Chapter 27

• The first thing I felt was the cold. It seeped up from the concrete floor, a deep, numbing chill that spread through my body. The second thing was the pain. A sharp, searing fire in my side where The Remnant’s blade had slid between my ribs.
• I tried to push myself up, my hand slipping in my own blood. My arm gave way, and I collapsed back with a groan, my head swimming in a gray, hazy fog. The tunnel was dark, silent. He was gone.
• Footsteps. Hurried, frantic, echoing down the corridor.