"We have to go after them!"
Still, the last words of Damien were echoing in my ears when I finally found a moment to slip from the crowd.
I pounded inside my chest, not just from the fight, but from the turmoil inside me-from Owen's betrayal-but something clanged furiously in my head. The storm at my center tore me asunder.
Down a catwalk, I came to a small alcove where the darkness just about ate up any light.
The cool stone walls bit into my back as I leaned against them trying to calm my breathing and the thoughts that raced through my mind.
Just as I closed my eyes, a voice whispered from behind me in the dark.
"You look troubled, Abigail."
My eyes flew open, and in that instant, my pulse shot up as finally the man stepped out of the shadows.
The air seemed to have grown cold
