CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE
Gordie Raglan sniffed at the air, and we smelled it as well: a powerful odor.
Dead animal.
He crouched down and touched the floor.
What was he thinking? I couldn't sense anything from his mind. I didn't seem to possess the power to move through him any longer.
And then something grabbed him.
I expected to see a ghost.
To see our mother there, with blade in hand.
But instead, it was Brooke.
She attacked with the ferocity of a wild animal.
The first slice came down on his shoulder.
The blade went in and out, and my sister engulfed him.
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