Leigh was not pounding her head with all her will. Though cold and tired and the voices in her head sang a demonic chorus, she refused to give up.

She didn't know if the music was still playing. The noise inside her head drowned everything out. It would be so easy to bang her head, a little. Just enough to rattle the little bastards. She took a long slow breath and forced herself to think about something else.

Ryley.

Ryley sat watching her. His eyes looked dark and ...