With the sun out in full force, he wasn’t going to risk another roasting. He felt safer in the shadows, his legs thumping against the steps up the stairwell. The sound of his own breath filled the space around him, and somehow made him feel more alive. The last thing he’d expected after the change was to feel so in tune with his body. He could feel, hear and smell so much. But the only thing he wanted was to reach Lian so they could escape together. Damn, he was sick and tired of being held down by people who believed they owned him. His boots drummed against the tiles, each step echoed throughout the narrow corridors. He’d tried every room on every floor but still hadn’t found her. This was the last floor left to check—his last chance to find her. The alarm was much louder now, and according to the annoying computer voice, there were less than fifteen minutes until the place detonated. Time was running out and he had to face the inevitable—the longer he took, the less likely he’d be able to escape the blast.
