With the crystals fully covering the table again, having grown over the wood, the tabletop flipped back.
The hands had snapped back in place, covering my senses and letting me forget every future I had seen, heard, or felt.
The moment the table turned, I felt the warm sun shining on my back as I still lay on Henry, who was holding me.
"Don't ever control him again. This is your last warning," Henry hissed in a murderous voice, addressing the child.
I also felt the wind against my skin again.
My body had turned sluggish, my thoughts jumbled, but what I saw when I turned my head were the frozen zombies, jerking and trembling as if they were trying to fight themselves back into motion—they had escaped with us from the place we had just been.
Henry held me closer to him, and I could feel his alarm and simultaneously his own exhaustion—unable to continue a battle with neither them nor me.
One prominent thought entered my head.
