The knife points in the ceiling over the tub were glaring at Fayette. As far as they were concerned, they almost had Torsten. He was going to get in the tub and when his skin was burned by the acid, they were going to fall on him. Each and every one of them thought that they were going to be the ones to get him in the eye. He had two eyes so their chances were doubled.
Not only were the knife points working their diabolical magic, but the wood that sat under Torsten’s clothes had fragmented and splinters were working their way through the weave of his discarded clothing. Except they all had to wiggle out when Fayette appeared.
What was she doing there?