ABIGAIL’S POV

I shivered as I walked through the freezing cold streets of New York City. I clutched my upper arms in my hands, peering over one shoulder to the other as my heart raced in my chest. I could feel eyes all around me, watching me and calculating my every move. I could feel a warm breath on the back of my neck, sending a wave of goosebumps across my skin and making the hair stand up on the back of my neck.

It felt like clawed fingertips were reaching out and about to ...