Chapter 65

She stood and grabbed the knife from Darren. He looked up at her in surprise, but she put her hand over his mouth. His clone started toward her, gun raised, but she waved him off.

“You said that she used to bring him peace? This Arachne woman of his?”

The clone nodded.

“There’s always a third option.” She moved toward the front door and kicked it open, and her wings expanded out behind her. She could see them now, the nightmares awaiting Darren in the shadows. They shifted about beneath the leaves, waiting for her to step aside.

In the real world, Darren’s brow had furrowed, and he was groaning.

“It’s time to clean house,” she declared, then launched herself into the jungle of his mind, the dagger held tightly in her hand. She tore through the dense foliage and hunted them down, angry shadows that exploded into mist as she stabbed, snapped, and tore them apart. She set fire to the jungle itself, burning it away from the cabin in a fiery ring.

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