Fighting For Life.

I threw myself sideways, boots skidding in the mud, claws ripping the air where my chest had been a heartbeat ago. My back slammed into a tree, and panic clawed at me, white-hot and choking.

Move, Allison. Don’t freeze.

The siphon in me stirred, alive and restless. Not just Hill’s sharp, storm-bri...

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