Asher's eyes fluttered open, expecting to see the huge interior of his Culthold, the hidden sanctum where his followers operated in secrecy.
Instead, he found himself inside a smaller, unfamiliar room. The air was still, the only movement being the soft hum of an old fan overhead.
Shadows stretched long over the worn wooden floor, and the windows were covered with shutters, allowing only the faintest slivers of light to pierce through.
He blinked a few times, adjusting to the dimness, before his gaze landed on Remy, hunched over a laptop.
The young man was typing furiously, his sharp eyes flickering between lines of code when, suddenly, he gasped.
With a startled jolt, Remy shot to his feet, nearly knocking over his chair as he laid eyes on Asher rising from the black coffin that served as his resting place in this realm.
