Chapter 64

Jamey felt awful, sad, and guilty. Dr. Melloy wasn’t just grieving for Charley; he knew she was still grieving for Ronan. It was hard to believe that had happened only two days ago.

He didn’t want to think about the sound Charley’s body must’ve made when it had been dropped on the gravel in front of Bonnie’s garage but he had seen the blood-stained stones.

Charley. I’m so sorry. If it hadn’t been for Henry and me—for me—you’d be alive.

Dr. Melloy had told them about Charley minutes after they had materialized on the grey stones of the safe house’s back patio, even before they went inside the house.

“The Watchers’ minions, the demons and imps, threw his body over the fence maybe an hour and a half after you left,” she said gently. She had met them on the back steps, wrapped in a heavy, hooded black cloak, like some ancient queen wrapped in dark shadow.

“Can we see him?” Jamey had asked slowly as he followed her into the house.