The thing wearing Elara's face stepped closer, and the temperature in the room dropped twenty degrees.
"Don't listen to it," Darian warned, but his voice shook.
The thing laughed with Elara's voice, but the sound was wrong.
Too cold. Too empty. "I'm not a 'it,' brother-in-law. I'm family." "What are you?"
Elara ordered, backing away with Kira pressed against her chest. "I'm what you could have been," the creature answered.
"What you should have been. If you hadn't been such a failure."
Behind them, Marcus and his men were smashing through the house, getting closer every second.
"We don't have time for this," Ronan growled, raising his weapon. The monster tilted its head.
"Oh, but we have all the time in the world. Because none of you are leaving this room alive."
That's when the ceiling burst. Silver light poured down like liquid stars, and a figure descended from above.
