Giselle Lambert’s mind turned to mush, her dark pupils frozen like ice on her stark pale face, a haunting sight.

She tightened her grip on Chase Carter’s arm abruptly, squeezing so hard it caused him pain, making him grimace.

“Put me down, now.”

Giselle herself hadn’t noticed her voice quivering, laced with an uncontrollable fear.

Chase, confused, asked, “What are you afraid of?”

Thud—thud—thud—

The timing of the footsteps was ...