But he was sick of this charade. Sick of watching people lose a little more of their humanity each day, and sick to death of seeing people tortured in the name of God. What had happened to these people?
Did he dare trust this insane boy?
Enough talk," Peter said, and his eyes flashed. "It's time to turn you three into killers.
Men who fear demons see demons everywhere.
Peter stood up and let a wicked smile slide across his face. "Time to play.
My tale doesn't end there, for the end has yet to be written.