Author's Note: I wasn't sure if FF sent an alert when I published the last chapter Friday, so, if you get an alert for this, please go back and read chapter 11 "empty". I know some of you have probably been waiting a long time for it, and I didn't want anyone to be disappointed for longer than they had to. Shrug.
The patterns on the floor began to move, creating the illusion of a hundred crow's wings thrashing in the midst of a prism of light.
I spun, eyes wild, wondering if there was anything available to use as a weapon. Even a broom handle would have made do. The fragments of the chairs and tables, however, were much too bulky to handle easily. Then I remembered the broken glassware.
So it had been a trap afterall, just as we had feared.
There was no turning back now.