“Eagle, the thought of him makes my skin crawl. Keep him away!"

With that, Camila pivoted resolutely.

Every second felt like an eternity. She had to go.

Harland let out a shrill scream, his face contorting in terror. Then, silence. As if someone had thrown a switch, the sound ceased.

As Camila pivoted, her eyes fell upon Harland sprawled on the ground, writhing in agony. Strangely, though, no sound escaped his lips, as if he were robbed of his voice.