One hundred

Raven

A maddening rush of terror made my heart surge like a hamster on a wheel. I feared we were going to die and fixated on the worst-case scenario as we dived forward.

"Don't stop running!" Vlad cried out at the top of his voice. "Keep your head down and run!"

My vision went blurry with my sanity threatening to fly out like an escaping balloon. My thoughts were running all over the place.

Tall, fiery vampires who must be Dimitri and his men raced after us so swiftly that I didn't see the gutter in front of me until Vlad grabbed my hand.

We were trapped in a never-ending maze of darkness and death. Our bodies were covered with sweat and my lungs were burning from lack of air despite the salty sea breeze whipping against my face.

We couldn't afford to slow down. "Keep running, Raven! Don't stop!" Vlad's urgent voice echoed in my ears as he ran beside me. His eyes were tormented and filled with worry, and he gripped the bag containing the staff.

My breaths came in uneven gas