My throat tightened as I choked back a sob. I didn’t want to let this part of me in. The part of me that realized I was a monster and that maybe I was too far gone to be saved.

What if she was the answer I’d been needing this whole time? She’d already said that we’d talk when I figured out what I wanted. I knew that now. I wanted out.

I couldn’t believe this was real, that all of this had happened. What did this mean? Did it mean everything I’d established as being inconceivable superstitions and Hollywood inventions was actually real? Were we to blame? Had we truly become the demons that haunted our dreams?

I squashed the little voice of doubt telling me I shouldn’t go back to the library. I couldn’t let my fear stop me from finding a way to save everyone I loved.

Just what I needed. Another problem to fix. As if Izzy not understanding that resurrecting Credan was the worst idea ever wasn’t bad enough? How could she not realize this?