Keller

I dug out of the rubble and books with the little strength left in me and glanced around. The room was in utter mess.

Lynch was nowhere to be found. At one corner of the room was a large black beast, struggling fruitlessly in a glowing, yellow light strip.

Teresa was on the floor a few inches away from her in a heap, and I could barely move a finger.

Diana—or who the hell was in Milinda’s body shook her head, then lifted her hand, and started chanting.

A heavy wind ...