Chapter 22

• Archer.
• I hurried Katrina onto the bike, her eyes wide with lingering terror. “Get on!” I urged, my voice sharper than I intended. We couldn’t stay here. Not with that thing lurking.
• She climbed on, clutching me tightly as I revved the engine and took off. The roar of the bike drowned out the pounding of my heart, but I couldn’t shake the image of that creature from my mind. My eyes flicked to the side mirror, catching a glimpse of it shifting into a shadowy figure that seemed to melt into the darkness.