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Excerpt:
He was close.
Ava pressed back against the tree trunk,
trying to hold her breath but only able to manage it for a moment or two before
her lungs gave out, air sawing out and in again desperately against her will.
Rough bark rubbed the skin of her palms where she gripped the tree, scraped her
cheek as she turned her head to try and catch a glimpse of him.
Darkness mocked her.
Nothing to see. No one to help.
She eyed the entrance to her dorm
frantically, the lit doorway calling out like a beacon on the other side of the
concrete bridge.
If she could only get
there . . .
If she could only get behind that
door—lock it fast—she would be safe.
Safe.
The word echoed through her panicked
brain, foreign and twisted.
Could she ever really be safe while he
was out there?
“Do it,” she muttered, inhaling sharply
as tension rippled through her. “Just go.”
With a shove at the tree, she ran for the
bridge, heels clacking loudly on the path as her muscles screamed. She glanced
over her shoulder, catching a flicker of movement through the trees.
No!
Ava willed her legs to move faster, arms
pumping in desperation—reaching out and pulling at the air, as if she could
yank herself forward.
Her breath caught. She could hear him.
Footsteps chasing after her.
No—footsteps beside her—now ahead of
her.
Where was he?
The better question seemed to be, where wasn’t he?
He surrounded her—harsh breaths and
pounding feet—a low, mocking laugh as she leapt from the bridge back onto the
path.
Only a few more feet to the door.
Almost there.
She reached out, aching to wrap her
fingers around the gleaming brass doorknob.
Then with a blur of movement and a gust
of a swirling air, he stood in front of her, blocking the way. Huge, hulking,
and shadowed by the darkness, he laughed as she recoiled in fear, falling
backward in her haste.
“Did you really think you could escape?”
he hissed, reaching toward her.
Fingers ripped the icy ground as she
rolled over, trying to crawl away, rocks digging into her knees and her palms,
a bit of glass slicing neatly into the meat of her thumb. She winced, lifting
it to her mouth to suck the blood, feet kicking back as he grabbed her ankle.
He laughed again, jerking her back with
one strong pull and dragging her effortlessly across the ground. He bent down,
wrapping a meaty fist around her neck, and she clawed it desperately, unable to
breathe.
Lifting Ava off her feet, he glared at
her, a flash of light catching his angry, mismatched eyes—one blue, one green.
For a moment, she was almost mesmerized.
Then his lips curled in derision and he
squeezed, cutting off the scream curdling in her throat.
-MORE, Chapter 1
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