Daemon
I caught the smell of old smoke before I saw the cabin itself. Through the dense curtain of rain, in the brief flashes of lightning, the outline of the crooked roof of the ranger’s cabin slowly emerged.
“Come on!” I grabbed Diana by the forearm and pulled her after me.
She didn’t even resist — she was far too exhausted to argue, or even muster the energy to complain. Her steps were growing heavier, and that sent an unpleasant chill through me despite the heat raging through my blood.
We ran the last few metres. The rotten boards of the porch gave a dull groan beneath our feet. I shoved the door open, and we practically tumbled inside.
The cabin smelt of wood, dried herbs and another creature’s scent, but right now it was our only shelter from the torrential rain. I shut the doo
