Chapter 28

EVANGELINE POINT OF VIEW

The air grows cold. So cold I can see my breath in little white puffs. The temperature drops until my teeth start chattering, until my fingers go numb. Frost forms on the boxes around me, turning everything silver and strange.

"Who's there?" I call out, trying to sound brave.

A voice answers. Not from in front of me, but from inside my own head.

*You're finally ready to listen.*

I scramble backwards, hitting the door ...