Celeste’s POV
The door clicked shut behind me, casting the room into darkness. Amidst the pale moonlight streaming in through the narrow window, David’s figure lay motionless on the floor. The only indication that he was even still alive was the occasional ragged inhale that sounded like the rattle of impending death.
“David!” I hurried over to him and dropped to my knees, rolling him onto his back. David’s face was pale and slick with sweat, dark circles already having formed around his glazed over eyes.
The moment I turned him over, the scent of something metallic and fetid wafted from a single trickle of blood running down his cheek, where a thin cut was resting across his cheekbone. I knew that scent all too well; it was the same scent of those who Mother “dealt with”. The same cloy
