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I gasp as a flaming arrow whizzes by my cheek, missing me by only an inch.

A growl rumbles from Rogan’s chest.“The demons.They’re back.”

“How?We haven’t moved.”

We’re both naked, though my clothes—or what’s left of them—are still on the ground a couple feet away.Rogan has no clothes.He lost them when he shifted, so now what?

Will he change again?Take us through whatever kind of gelatin thing we passed through to get us out of here?

“Rogan, do something!”

“I don’t know what to do, princess.I don’t know what happened.”

Another flaming arrow whizzes by us, this one almost hitting Rogan in the shoulder.

“They’re hiding somewhere.”I cast my gaze around, over both shoulders.Even with my vamp vision, I see no demons.

But those arrows are coming from somewhere.

I sensed something.I knew this was happening.I knew we had to get out of here.But what the hell exactly did I perceive?

“Rogan,” I say, “what if we were here the whole time?”

“What the hell are you talking about?”

A flaming arrow lands in front of us, burning out as its point enters the soft ground.

“Honestly?”I glance around rapidly.“I have no idea.But we seemed to float through something after you changed.When we were leaving the demon throne.”

“I was just running like hell.”

“You didn’t notice?”

“Sure, I noticed we eventually ended up here.But I was running like hell with you hanging onto me.All I could think about was getting you to safety.”

I widen my eyes.“That’s it.You did this.Or we did it together.”

“Princess, I still don’t know what the hell you’re talking about, and though there’s a lull in the arrows at the moment, we need to be moving instead of talking.”

He’s right, of course.I grab his hand and run away from the arrows.

“Can you change?Can you change like you did before and get us out of here?”

“I can’t.I don’t have the strength.”

“What do you mean?How can you not have the strength?”

“You took a lot of my blood, princess.It’s going to be a few hours before I can change.”

My breath is coming in rapid puffs as we continue to run.“Shit.Really?”

“Yeah, really.”

“If I’d known, I wouldn’t have—”

“Whatever, princess.It doesn’t really matter now.Just say what you were going to say.”Rogan pants as we keep up the speed.

“Fine.I’m not sure we ever left this place.”


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