The air left her lungs as though a professional quarterback had slammed into her chest. Or possibly she had been hit by a train. Because her vision blurred and her entire body shook from the invisible hit. But then, her limbs only trembled, but they didn’t lift an inch off the floor. And Nadiya knew she had to move. Dammit, she had to run. Run like hell. But her legs seemed frozen and stuck to the tiles in the hallway.
Part of her wished it was just a nightmare and she would soon wake up, sweating, panting, and thanking every saint it was not real. As appealing as holding on to the fantasy was, she knew she was wide awake, and the devil had somehow tracked her down again.
When Nadiya had woken ten minutes before from her much-needed nap, she’d thought her only immediate concerns were to
