Her heart was a wild bird in her chest, pounding a staccato drumbeat as the tendrils of smoke raised to her face, ice cold and stroking lovingly against her cheek. She felt the intent behind the touch, it was sucking the warmth from her skin, each lick a step closer to its goal.
In that moment, Sybil knew one thing, if they didn’t find a way out of the dark then they were as good as dead.
