Behind us, through the strange quiet of the woodland, came the mocking voice of the successor. Every word was purposeful and malicious.
His voice was brimming with satisfaction as he called, "Olivia." How much longer do you think you can run? He cannot be saved by you.
Ethan sagged against me as I tightened my hold on him. His body was cold, and his respiration was shallow. Even though my arms hurt, I wouldn't let go. Marcus was at the front, his knife gleaming dimly in the broken moonlight that came through the trees.
Breathlessly, I looked over my shoulder and muttered, "We can't outrun them forever."
Marcus had a terrible, determined expression on his face. "We won't have to. I have a suggestion, but we must act more quickly.
