Chapter 38: The Horrifying Thing
>>Aelin
Ruoxy’s laughter rang through the dungeon, echoing off the stone walls. She stood in the center of it all—of the blood, the bodies, the horror—her skin falling from her face in grotesque sloughs. She didn’t care, not even as the flesh peeled away and dropped to the floor, slick and wet.
The sight was disgusting as it was horrifying
Then she finally looked in our direction, her expression suddenly going serious, "I didn’t think you’d break out of it," she said to Draegon. Her blackened gaze flickered toward him with unsettling intensity. "There was no way you could break out of it."
Her eyes snapped to me without warning, and I stiffened, the breath catching in my throat.
"Someone did something," she hissed.
Those black eyes—completely black, as if the irises, the whites, everything had been swallowed whole—pinned me in place. For a second, I felt like she was looking through me.
She didn’t wait for answers. She didn’t care.
Her body jerked violently.
It happened so fast—her limbs spasming, her torso convulsing as though something was breaking inside her. The sounds that followed were the worst of it—cracks and pops, the gut-wrenching sound of bone snapping and rearranging.
"No..." I whispered, instinctively stepping back.