Chapter 391

I couldn't shake the memory of what I'd seen in the basement. The bodies under those white sheets—completely exposed—had been coated with some strange substance.

The thought churned my stomach.

Even though he hadn't done that to them, the idea of him manipulating lifeless forms was disturbing enough.

"Evander, I'm really tired today," I said, my voice trembling. "Maybe we can do this another time.