Where are they? he thought, his eyes scanning the darkness. The distant sound of a struggle reached his ears—growls, shouts, and the sharp crack of branches. His heart skipped a beat. Ava.
This is real. This is really happening. Her chest tightened with fear and disbelief.
"Some doors shouldn’t be opened." A cryptic warning, or a taunt? He smirked, typing a single word in response: "Watch me."