Chapter 64

Cillian didn’t want to see it. His brain filled with all the possibilities of what could be standing there. He imagined a gaunt figure, drenched in bodily excretions, and bearing tentacles that far exceeded the Monks’ in scariness.

When he turned, Cillian saw Whalen, standing in pristine condition—in the nude. Except for the shadows that seemingly extended from his body, the former priest appeared perfectly normal. He stared at Cillian but didn’t really notice him. He focused on hurting Zoe.

Cillian had to act. Zoe was going to die. Despite every instinct that told him otherwise, Cillian rushed Whalen, the knife held up in his fist. He plunged it into Whalen’s bare chest as far as the blade would go.