A low fog hung over the dark ocean.
The particles of light that only I could see seemed to disappear into the fog, to be absorbed by the mist. I might have gained a lot of gifts since becoming the thing that I am, but one of them, apparently, was not the ability to see into fog.
I was sitting at the edge of a small cliff. Waves crashed thirty feet or so below. Some of the spray reached me, sprinkling my skin and lips. I didn't lick my lips. Even salt spray would upset my stomach.
The path from the house was a well- maintained one, as I suspected this cliff side retreat was a favorite hangout for the family. During the daytime, I was sure one could see for miles and miles. Now, not so much, even to my eyes.
To say that the conversation with Edwin had shaken me was an understatement.
His sister?
Obviously, not a Thurman sister, for I hadn't been talking to the real Edwin Thurman. No, I had been talking to something ancient and evil. Another dark master who sought entry back into our world.
And not just any dark master, I suspected.
No, he didn't have to hide in the shadows of the living, like that which had entered Kingsley and me...and now Fang.
No, whoever he was, he had taken over the real Edwin Thurman - completely and totally.
Who he was, I didn't know. But he was powerful.
Perhaps even the most powerful of all.
And his sister was in me.