No time. I had no time. Ink was hurting. If the Rabid smelled me, he’d punish Ink. Hurt him. Hurt him more.
No-Man’s-Land. Macon’s Hardware. Images flashed from the Rabid’s mind to mine. He pulled back, but once I got ahold of something, I never let go until I was ready.
Macon’s Hardware. Path into the woods. And then, finally a name. A town.
The Rabid roared, a noise more fitting to a bear than a wolf, and then he laughed a horrible, mad sound that made me picture blood running from his human lips, down his human face, soaking his human hands.
My stomach rolled. This was a man who killed his victims and laughed.
Time to go, I told Ink.
I can’t. He’s too strong. Walls are gone. Callum helped me. I can’t—
You can, I said back. Think of me, Ink. Think only of me.
He did. He thought o
