Chapter Thirty-One
Rurik
Băjenie, Romania
Rurik flattened himself in the ditch beside Sylvie. Rocks and weed stalks jabbed through his thin clothing, seeming to spear every bruise on his battered body. He didn’t dare shift position. The bloodwalkers would hear.
Dry grass rustled and snapped as Klavdia and her cohorts searched nearby. The sounds of their shuffling grew closer.
Sylvie’s breathing quickened. Soft puffs fanned his face, but he had to give her credit, she didn’t move a muscle.
Lightning strobed across the field. He shut his eyes against the brilliance and prayed no one happened to be looking in their direction. But even if no one discovered them that second, it was only a matter of time.
They were trapped. Nowhere to go. No way out.
Sylvie’s hand found his, her small fi
