Anna winced as she moved. Her shoulder was killing her where she’d been shot, and she was losing a great deal of blood.
She wasn’t sure how much longer she was going to last before her hunger started to gnaw away at her. With the loss of blood, her body was going to want to replace it.
And the idea of feeding from Aberdeen made Anna wanted to puke, but tearing the man’s throat out had its appeal.
I have to find a way to escape. I can’t let Aberdeen haul us away.
Arthur will never know where to find us. And Cristina. God, Cristina. What have I done to my best friend? I sent a lunatic with her.
“Get moving.” Aberdeen waved the gun toward the door. “No tricks.”
Anna spotted the sun patterns on the floor and knew it was still shining brightly. Its beams flooded through the arched wind
