Nico stared at the scene in horror as flies swirled in the humid, stifling air, and gore oozed down the walls. He clutched his hair, inviting the pain. “Enough!” His voice boomed in the nightmarish room, echoed off the walls. He blinked, swooning with vertigo as the room swirled around him and came to a sudden stop.
Quiet settled around them, and Nico blinked at the ordinary bedroom with its beige carpet, white walls, dresser, and nightstand. A single bed stood against the far wall, a small figure sprawled on the bright coverlet.
John knelt at his feet, his face haggard as he looked up at Nico, eyes swimming with confusion and pain. “What happened?”
“Piter’s playing games, but something else must have caught his attention.” Nico winced, not wanting to think about what his enemy and Jamie might be doing at that moment. “Hurry. Get the boy while we can.”