Megan's entire body felt as if it was on fire from the inside and slowly cooking her alive. The operating table beneath her was slick with her sweat as she writhed about.

Whatever the demon had poured down her throat was turning her inside out. Was it the Tryns' eggs? She turned to the side and vomited again. Didn't matter how much she did that, her stomach made more yet never seemed to get the poison out. No, the foul concoction the demon forced in her burrowed into every ...