10
“What’s that?” Ellie asked, her voice trembling.
“I think …” Theron reached for the hilt of his sword. “It’s Ramon.”
Artan pointed to the stairs in front of us. “It’s coming from above.”
With Artan, Theron, and Felix taking the lead, we all went up the stairs—step by step, breath by breath.
But when a new guttural scream made the hairs on my arms stand on end, Theron lost it and rushed up the stairs, taking three steps at a time.
Artan cursed under his breath but followed him. We all sped up to catch up with Theron and save Ramon. I didn’t expect to find him frozen like a block of ice on the fourth-floor landing, staring at the other side of the stairwell.
“What is it?” Cora asked, coming to stand beside Theron.
He didn’t need to tell us what it was, though, because we all had a
