CHAPTER THIRTEEN
To say I was scared was an understatement. My blood ran so cold it would have made the Arctic jealous. I struggled to keep up with Duncan’s longer strides as we raced down what felt like an endless hall. I kept expecting our prey to slam into an exterior wall, or at least turn a corner.
No such luck, but I had other luck with me. The bad kind. My foot tripped on the ragged rug, and I went crashing to the floor. Duncan’s grip on my hand also faltered, and he stumbled a few steps before he turned on a dime to return to me.
I tried to stand, but something cold latched onto my ankle. By the light of the retreating lantern, I was able to glimpse tiny strands of carpet entrapping my leg. The dirty, tattered fibers tightened their grip as more of them crawled up my bod
