He heard my boots hit the concrete and spun around, shining his light in my face. For a second, all he saw was a figure in black. “Mason?” he asked. I stepped forward and knocked the flashlight out of his hand. It spun across the floor, the beam creating a dizzying strobe effect. “Not Mason,” I whispered. “I didn’t kill him.
” I swept his legs, dropping him hard to the concrete. As he tried to scramble away, I grabbed his right hand, the hand he used to hold Tessa down. I placed it on the concrete floor. I raised my boot. “Crunch!” Kyle screamed. A high piercing sound that cut through the dark warehouse. I vanished back into the shadows before the others could reach him. Kyle. Dominic yelled.
Kyle, where are you? They found him cradling his shattered hand, sobbing on the floor. He’s here. Kyle gasped. It’s Hunter. He’s here. Hunter? Victor sounded unsure. He’s a soldier, not a ghost. He’s in the dark. Kyle screamed. He crushed my hand. The brothers huddled together, their flashlights pointing outward in a circle.
