Bree.
That name again trickling through the dense air in this louring, hellish nightmare. A ghostly call that tickled the hairs on the back of Gabriella’s neck. Shuffling backwards, she retreated a few feet, then turned to run. She did not care that she was heading into absolute darkness ahead. She only knew she had to get out of this place where the umbre de sânge purred in the back of her mind to be released. Wherever she was, it welcomed shadows, pain, and blood.
Once she pushed herself through the blackened hall, her body slammed into something hard. When arms snaked around her body, Gabriella screamed and writhed for release.
“It’s ok. Hey, it’s ok,” a voice hushed.
The thick Turkish accent swathed around her mind; Gabriella stopped fighting, instead wrapped he
