Page 15 of Enthrall Secrets
“Jesus.” I stared down at him, at the trail of blood trickling from his brow.
I scrambled to lift his ankles and then dragged him backwards down the hallway, my breathing ragged and my heart pounding with the strain. He was slim but he still weighed a ton. His blood left a trail on the hardwood floor behind us.
I’m not fucking dying in this house.
A sob of terror caught in my throat.
I kicked open the first door I came to and dragged Ethan inside the room. Then I slammed and locked the door, and flipped on the overhead light. When I saw the desktop computer and a bookshelf chock-full of law books, I realized we were in his office. A green Hulk figurine sat atop a stack of old comics.
I fell to my knees and rolled Ethan onto his side. Then I ran over to the phone on his desk and lifted the receiver.
The line was dead.
Shit. Shit. Shit.
I’d left my phone in the car.
The bulb flickered and went out. The only light now was flooding in from the full moon.
On all fours I felt my way back to Ethan. “Wake up.” I shook him hard.
Something slammed against the door so fiercely it caused the wood to crack.
“Ethan, please,” I begged.
The words Cameron had spoken found me in the dark. “I’m coming to get you.”
