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"Holy goalie," Grace gasps

I shakeon in there?"

The scene before us, in the dark abandoned warehouse, is like so out of a postapocalyptic movie The space is croith stacks of boxes and pallets, tarp-covered piles, and dusty forklifts In the center of the floor there is a clearing, a square about fifty feet on each side, where there is a gathering

Two dozen , stand guard around the clearing, circling the space to for

My heart stutters

In theformation, perfect lines in perfect rows, are dozens of humans Maybe more than a hundred

They are dressed in ordinary street clothes and many of them look pretty out of shape, so they clearly aren’t real , like someone has turned off their poitches

The creepiest part is their faces They are co--or a lot of sohts off, but nobody’s hoain

I follow the direction of her gaze, to the front of the hu a tall,a business suit The monster lifts the man’s wrist and cho?" I whisper

"I’m not sure," Grace replies, "but Gretchen said theabout feeding on huives the h the"I think … it looks like they’ve hypnotized the male voice says behind us "Killed the cat"

I turn, slowly, afraid of what I’ll find

There is a two-headedon the crate just below us He must have snuck up on us while our attention was on the hu sest prize ever

One head says, "Killed the huntress too"

Grace elbows esturing with her eyebrows She’s kind of jerking her head at the double monster below us

She mouths, This one

Really? I h Guess we’ve found our potential infor I take another deep breath, re myself ofdouble," I say with a big fake sly, that is"

One of the beast’s faces scowls in confusion while the other contorts in anger