SAMANTHA
A voice was worried speaking besides me and someone gabbed my arm, her fingers digging into my sleeve. Her voice was urgent and desperate.
"Miss Samuels, we have to go! Now!"
I did not move.
My feet were still glued to the floor. My eyes were still fixed on the beast at the end of the corridor. Finnian. The nonchalant one. The cold one. The one who watched everything from the shadows.
He had turned into something else. Something monstrous. His skin was grey and cracked like stone. His body was massive, hunched and his claws scraped against the floor. His horns curved upward like a demon's crown.
"Miss Samuels!" Joanne came back and tugged at my arm. "Please! We cannot stay here!"
Finnian roared. The sound shook the walls. It rattled the windows. It made my bones tremble.
