Chapter 6
I’M A FEW SECONDS into my sprint when I know it’s no good. My thoughts splinter into half a dozen, and then a dozen. And then I lose count of all the things I want. Because I want it all: I want Malcolm healed; I want Springside safe; I want all my ghosts back. I want Nigel and Sadie happily married.
My hiking boots clomp against the cement floor. This is hardly a stealth attack. First Orson and then Prescott turn at my approach. Orson looks livid. Despite the dim light of the warehouse, his face appears bright red. He must know it was Carter who betrayed him, cut me free. Prescott holds up a hand as if he means to stop my advance.
“Katy, no! You don’t know what you’re doing.” Prescott takes a step, a move meant to block my access to the entity.
In that moment, Orson barrels
