Chapter 71

Without rising, she swept her arm to the side, sparks dancing from her uninjured fingertips. They landed on the wet floor, and the blood glowed, rushing together to form tendrils of red that ran along the cracks. A hum filled the air. It replaced the wind, growing increasingly shrill, and sped the blood along, faster and faster as it coalesced into a delicate, though intricate, pattern. A moment too late, Jesse realized where the web was heading. His frustrated shout did nothing to stop it from encircling Emma’s huddled form at the wall.

“One down,” Castelain hissed.

Emma shrank back, trying to avoid the encroaching blood, but it reached her shoes and slithered beneath the legs of her jeans. When she attempted to lift her feet, nothing happened.