ELEVEN
ANNABEL
“Annabel! Run!”
The change in Grim’s demeanor was so sudden and complete, it took me a second to process his command. One moment he’d looked like he wanted nothing more than to tear my head from my shoulders. The next, pure terror washed over his features—a look so alien on his pale face it made my heart skip a beat.
On instinct, I looked over my shoulder just as a thud rung through air and made the hillside shake.
A great, gray monster rose behind me, similar in appearance to the troll that’d nearly killed Grim in the creek: a huge, gray body, thickly muscled limbs, and a round face with small, black eyes and protruding fangs. Though where the other troll had been furry, this one’s skin was bare and roughly textured, giving the impression it was made from rock.
It was
