Screams. Blood. Crunching sounds. Huge, bloody black paws with deadly claws. Her hands were covered with it.
Screams. Blood. Crunching sounds.
Over and over again.
Darkness. An evil, almost tangible darkness all around her.
A woman, lying in the woods. Lifeless, the same as others around her.
A beach. It was so calming, so peaceful. But the darkness bled in, ruining the moment, sucking her back in.
Ava shot up with a jolt, fighting the darkness. It was all around her, on her skin, seeping into her body. Her heart was pumping triple times as she fell off the bed and jumped to her feet immediately, still swinging her fists.
It took her a moment to realise she was standing in Ezekiel’s bedroom and there was nothing to fight. But it still felt like there was, as if she was drowning in
