Chapter 117. The Breath of A Ghost

"Be good, Eddie. I expect to find you exactly as I leave you."

Kessler stood by the door of the basement room, adjusting the silver cufflinks on his crisp white shirt. He looked like a man prepared for a board meeting or a weekend at a country club, not a jailer leaving his prisoner.

For the last two days, he had been relentless in his "experiments." He had treated Edward like a piece of equipment that needed tuning, spraying that awful powder into his face and watching with a scientist’s curiosity as Edward’s mind supposedly crumbled under the weight of the Devil’s Breath.

Kessler was arrogant and assumed that because Edward was broken, he was also stupid.

But Edward was not inexperienced at being dosed.

Long before Rosie or his spiral, there had been training in rooms without windows, with substanc