In fact, the beast footfalls were so heavy, Gamers slammed up and down, losing her breath over and over again. By the time they reached a twisted maze of caverns, she was convinced her lungs were flat as pancakes, and her intestines were wrapped around her spine.
Even with her still-dimming eyesight, she watched for James, hoping to catch a glimpse of him shadowing the beast, ready to strike. While she did spy other beings following her captor—little things with wings, darting through the air, and wolflike creatures skulking around the trees—none of them were the vampire.
And when she heard a roar, pain filled and broken, echoing in every direction, she wanted to vomit. That had been James’s voice. What the hell were the beast doing to him?
Then the sound cut off abruptly, and she found
