Chapter 29 Chain of Possession

***Hazel***

Footsteps echo faintly in the hallway.

Not rushing. Measured.

I straighten instinctively, smoothing my hands over my coat like posture alone might protect me.

“Whatever happens,” Jocelyn says under her breath, “you don’t say anything else. Not a word. Let Preston talk.”

I nod.

The door opens again.

This time, the attendant isn’t alone.

And the nervous feeling in my gut sharpens into so