My pulse was thudding in my throat. I motioned with the gun toward the crack of the bathroom door. Nathaniel collapsed his body on top of mine, and he was taller, broader, more muscled, or muscled in places he hadn't been before. I just shook my head and went for the door.
Zerbrowski was still smiling. The sheet ripped, but it was the sound of the mattress tearing that brought a sound like a whimper from my throat. The monsters took a piece of him away, and the police can't find it. It was a dark, rich blue velvet, and heavy, almost more like a coat than a robe.
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