Chapter 55

Her body faded in a blink. For a moment I could n't breathe. I lie there, panting, gaping at the window. I awaited, accepting she'd cleaved to the external stave, or the walls like I'd discerned her do. She'd come ago through any moment, once she'd recaptured her energy. She did n't. I do not see how long I lie on the bottom, heaving for breather and bleeding, staying to know Khalifa reappear. torture sunk its claws into me as I crawled across the bottom, shards of glass and broken up fractions of stuff digging into my meat. Grinding my teeth didn't shield off the pain. My cranium palpitated. My muscles jolted as I hauled my body up against the window stave. The muggy air outside didn't make it any easier to breathe. Neither did the presence down below. In the autumn light, I eyed two tenebrous numbers bestrew against the side of the structure. From what I could know, Craig's body had landed aimlessly, his head caved- in on one side and his region misinterpreted at a grotesque side