I stared, petrified, as the insects rose and hovered, each as big as my outspread hand. Despite the desert heat filtering in from above, waves of chilling terror washed over me, numbing my brain but not my fear.
I remembered what Darren had said about the excruciating pain from a single sting being enough to drive a man insane, giving him the worst minutes of his life.
In my case, those would also be the last minutes of my life.
As the black-winged bodies darted and flapped around me, I groped in the pocket of my jeans for my EpiPen. Pulling it free, I felt a tiny rush of relief.
Until I realized it was empty.
The device that could save my life had already been discharged, the vital stimulant expelled. I looked through the glass to where Zane stood watching, one palm pressed against
