Sarah was sound asleep on her bed. The window was open, and the moonlight was streaming in. I could see better in there. To my horror, standing next to the bed was a hideous creature holding a dull black sword. It had the sword positioned over her ready to drive it through her.
“No!” I yelled. Sarah didn’t stir, and neither did the creature. He didn’t even turn to look at me. He was frozen. Like a soldier awaiting an order.
“You can’t run, Asher,” Kane hissed in my ear. “We are stronger. We are faster. We know more than a mere human being. It’s pointless to fight us.” I kept my eyes fixed on Sarah. I felt beaten and exhausted, and at this point was tasting the blood still flowing from the cut in my forehead.
Kane sensed he was gaining ground. “You think I’m Simon Wragg’s servant, don’t you? You think HE is using ME to get what he wants? You haven’t a clue.
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