Adrian POV
I thought the smoke form would lunge at Elena, seeing it turn to her like a beacon. didn't lunge.
My first thoughts were that a thing built from that much pain should come at us screaming. Instead, it just looked at Elena, turned to me, and then to Quinn last.
"It's not attacking," I said.
"Give it a second," Quinn muttered.
"You built it. Tell me how to stop it."
"I didn't build it," he snapped. "I built the box. That"—he gestured at the shifting mass of smoke and half-formed limbs—"built itself out of everything I put in the box."
"That's a very convenient thing to say."
"It's the only one that matters right now."
The thing turned its not-quite-face toward Tiffany. She flinched like it had touched her.
"Adrian." Elena's voice was tight. "It's reading us."
"Reading how?"
"It's reading our wounds and griefs."
