Then the mask snapped back into place. She smiled. It was a perfect, inhuman smile, like a porcelain doll’s.
“You’re strangling it.”
For a moment, her expression cracked. The cold vastness behind her eyes flickered, and he saw a flash of the real Cory—tired, scared, buried deep inside her own skull. Her lips moved, forming a single, silent word: help . 1111Customs 24 05 20 Cory Chase Cory Takes Over...