CHAPTER ELEVEN
Vi’s mind didn’t have time to reel as she and Rowe sprinted through the forest down the narrow paths toward the screams. The screams that had gone deadly silent. There was no sound in the forest now except for the whistling wind. The birds and small animals had all been scared silent.
The scream had been gut wrenching.
Vi expected to find a body, or, at the very least, blood. She expected the only reason those screams had been silenced was the finality of death. A finality she had flirted with and somehow escaped.
Because of Rowe.
She didn’t have time to think about that. Nothing except a strong jolt of outside magic should have been able to pull her out of that trap. And even then, magic strong enough to break that spell would have been likely to kill her. There was no
