Gaspar sped down the darkened street, his feet pounding along the road the only sound in the still night. Not that he could hear anything over the thundering of his heart as it pounded against his chest. The streetlights were out, but it made no difference—he knew the town, the street, like the back of his hand. Gaspar passed the houses in a blur, his Surnatural strength in need now more than ever. He silently prayed that he’d reach them before it was too ...