Chapter 89

• “Shit!” I roll to the side, slamming into the bar-covered wall right as the shadow’s arm-like tendril stabs into the mattress where I’d been laying only seconds before.
• Before the shadow can untangle itself from the blankets, I tuck and roll around it, hitting the floor on my feet. I don’t have much room to move in this tiny cage, but I dance away, putting my back to the bars as I glance wildly around, like a weapon will have magically appeared while I fucking slept.
• The only things in this cell beside me and the shadow are the piss bucket and the blanket. I crouch and grab the handle of the bucket, thankful the old lady came back and dumped it after Quinton’s visit earlier. I swing it wide at the shadow as it twists around and darts toward me..