"Iron Queen," the Sandman calls mockingly. The sound of his heavy footsteps begins to blend in with the sound of a number of other footsteps that are following him.
I know that I should be terrified in this moment. I know that I should be fearing for my safety the way I was a few moments ago. But right now, the only fear in my heart exists for Sinclair, who is grabbing me by the elbow, a little rough in his haste to get me out of the house before the Sandman can find me.
I grip his hand on my elbow and when he looks at me, I say, "Come with me. There's no reason for you to stay here." My voice is hoarse and even I can hear the panic in it.
"If I go with you, they'll just chase after you and you won't have time to escape," he said. "This is the only way you'll be able to make it out, lit
