A chill ran through me, and it had nothing to do with the temperature.

No.

It was fear. Bone-chilling fear.

It was unfamiliar.

It was similar to what I had felt when I was in the presence of Oliver without immediately understanding what was happening. Except multiplied by a hundred.

I was going to die. I knew it with certainty the moment I heard that voice. If evil was a sound, this would be it.

For a long moment, I couldn't speak, move, or breathe. ...