Lola breathed loudly as her fingers tightened on Drake’s skull even more. He let out another scream, more high-pitched than the first. Blood trickled down from where her claw-tipped fingers punctured his skin and were on their way to pushing past the bone of his skull. His legs kicked wildly and his hands beat at her arms. They were frantic. Filled with panic. She could smell the fear coming off him, a bitter, acrid scent that seemed to feed the beast that had taken control of her. Its ...