Serena had always considered herself to be in good shape. She worked out on a semi-regular basis, she could chase up five flights of stairs in order to make a late interview without losing her breath, she’d been known to be the last dancer on the floor at more than one college party.
Climbing a wall with only her legs and back for leverage and then having to kick it out was in a totally different league.
Her breathing was labored by the time she fell through the opening. All she could do was stay in the same spot she landed, crumpled into a boneless ball as she waited out the pounding in her ears. Somehow, she managed to call out to Max waiting below, but her muscles took a long time to react to the instructions she gave them to move.
If there were any vampires waiting on this level, sh
