CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
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Shailyn sagged with relief upon hearing the faint sound of multiple, fast-moving vehicles approaching. She twisted against the stone pillar Moss had shackled her to in order to pick up where he’d left off all those years ago, but she couldn’t make out any headlights. Doubt crept up her spine that the vehicles didn’t belong to the team. What if it was someone here to help Moss carry out his ritual blood sacrifice?
He’d driven her out to what she now recalled being the New Smyrna Old Sugar Mills. It was a deserted plantation where the mill had b