Daniel hadn't gotten so far when he began hearing screams and the munching of flesh behind him. Terror engulfed him, forcing his legs to move faster.
Finally, staggering out to a wide road that led from a particular side of the maze, he spotted a car speeding toward him. He let out a strangled breath of relief.
Finally, some savior.
But the smile on his face died when the gliding glass of the car window lowered, revealing it was the crew themselves.
Adrian Valez was back, looking more menacing than ever with his crew.
When the car halted, the wolves seemed to vanish as though they had never been there. That alone gave Daniel a brief moment of relief.
"Come inside the car," Adrian ordered, his tone flat and deep, as if he had just swallowed something hollow.
Can't he ever use a nice voice? Daniel thought bitterly. Pity the soul that would one day wind up married to such a jerk face.
