Deborah’s POV

Deborah ran through the dark tunnels, her glowing marks lighting the way. Behind her, the shrine was falling apart, with stones crashing down.

She tried not to think about Erick. She didn't want to remember his teeth on her neck and how much she wanted him to bite her.

She didn't want to think about running away again.

The tunnel got smaller, and she had to turn sideways. Her ribs hurt against the stone, but she was glad for the pain. It helped her focus on something other ...