CHAPTER SIXTY: BRADLEY ENDLESS
The Omen had yet to make another appearance. I was walking in the dark, in the bowels of Hell. I had no idea how I was going to find my sister. Or what I was going to find something worse on the way that would keep me from even managing to get to her. Every sound was the Omen, coming back to tempt me. To get inside my head. To make me f**k up.
As I walked, I was aware of cool breathing down my neck. I froze at the sound of it. “Whose there?”
“A fellow killer,” a deep voice answered.
I froze and looked slowly behind me. Standing there was one of the tallest men that I had ever seen. He had a flat nose, a bald head, and a scar that went right across the left side of his forehead.
I grumbled. “Cain.”
“Endless,” he said with a growl, “what are you doi
