Maggie's hands didn't tremble at all as she shot Aaron. She hated that it had come to this, but hesitation would have cost all of them their lives.
A victim or an instigator? Aaron's criminal records were yet to be determined.
She had been hiding behind the pillar, afraid to step closer and mess things up for Elijah.
She had already failed him once —she wouldn't risk failing him again.
With her partially awakened spiritual senses, she could feel the murderous mist floating throughout the entire resort.
After she met Elijah, she stayed in the private room for quite a while.
Perhaps a couple of hours?
When she opened the door, the red mist hit her square in the face.
The terrible shudder that went through her body made her sick to her stomach.
The rancid odor, pungent with the stench of rotten flesh, was too disgusting to bear.
It was enough for her to know something was terribly wrong with the resort.
