Raelynn found herself back in that dark, narrow hallway. The cold air bit at her skin as she stumbled forward, her breath coming out in short, sharp gasps. Her heart thundered in her chest, each beat echoing the raw fear coursing through her veins. She could hear him behind her—the man whose face she barely remembered but whose malice was burned into her memory.
Her legs felt heavy, her body sluggish as if the dream itself were fighting her attempts to escape. The shadows around her deepened, every corner seeming to come alive with sinister intent. She turned a corner and pressed herself against the rough, cold wall, trying to muffle her breathing. Her hands rested protectively over her stomach, shielding the little life within.
"No one's coming," a cold voice whispered from the shadows, making her heart stop.
