Chapter 142: Maria Scurr's Breakdown

Maria Scurr sat on the edge of the bed when the wooden door behind her eased open without warning. A knife-cold draft seeped through the crack. She clutched the thin blanket tighter and turned. A woman in a black cloak drifted in. Only a sliver of pallid chin and a pair of eyes, deep and lightless, showed beneath the hood. She moved without a sound, as if walking on air. A dense chill bled off her, dropping the room's temperature by several degrees. "You're tougher than I imagined." Her voice...