CHAPTER FIFTY-ONE
THE SHADOW
Carol screamed.
It wasn't a loud scream.
Not at first.
It was the small, involuntary sound that escaped somebody when their body reacted before their mind could understand what it was seeing.
Destiny was still on the floor.
Still.
Her head was tilted upward, her eyes fixed on Carol.
White.
Completely white.
Carol's hand remained wrapped around hers.
She tried to pull away.
She couldn't.
It felt as though something had locked their hands together.
"Destiny?"
Her voice trembled.
Destiny didn't answer.
Carol pulled harder.
Nothing.
Then—
Carol gasped.
Her entire body stiffened.
Something cold travelled through her hand.
Not cold like ice.
Cold like being submerged in something that had no warmth in it at all.
Her breath caught.
And her eyes turned white.
Dean stumbled backward.
"Carol?"
Neither woman moved.
For a moment, the house disappeared.
The shouting outside disappeared.
The walls disappeared.
Everything disappeared.
