Her heart dropped straight into her stomach.
She froze.
Terror iced through her veins so suddenly she forgot how to breathe.
She didn't dare move.
Her eyes shifted barely toward the right, peering through the corner of her vision.
Gray.
Thick gray fur.
She was sure of it.
A scream clawed up her throat, but no sound came out. Her body wouldn't obey her. She stood there, paralyzed, heart thundering so violently she thought it might give her away.
So much for a harmless little adventure.
Her conscience mocked her mercilessly.
A twig snapped.
The sharp crack shattered her frozen state, and her soul seemed to slam back into her body.
She spun and ran.
Blindly. Desperately.
The street suddenly felt miles away. Every step dragged. Every breath burned.
Maybe this was it.
R.I.P. Jacqueline.
"Jacq!"
The growled shout came from behind her.
She screamed, panic spiking higher.
Now she was hallucinating. She was so terrified she was hearing Damien's voice.
