What could have urged her to take such a rash, nonsensical action? Even if her unpredictable flight had taken him by surprise, he was way faster than her and well-versed in the art of tracking prey. Nonetheless, she ran. She had thirty seconds at most to get a head start before she’d have to look for a place to hide. If Raskhan was anything like his brother and fellow vampires, he wouldn’t be able to smell her. With any luck, these thirty seconds could well turn out to be her best chance of getting away from him, the real question being did she honestly want to escape him? Legs pumping, black robe flying behind her, Liv rounded the corner of her street. Too superstitious to glance back, she focused on the way ahead, on the next intersection that would lead her away from him. In this residential neighbourhood the crisscrossing of streets formed a huge maze, and might well turn to her advantage. When she barrelled along another street, she still didn’t waste a second to look back. What she didn’t see couldn’t be considered real.
