AUTHOR’S POV

Tessa’s heart hammered as she sprinted through a narrow, dimly lit walkway that had connected to the hallway in which she had seen George, he was the least of her problems.

She had been searching desperately for a toilet, her mind turbulent with a lucid kind of urgency and dread that made her gag and throw up, the smell of that man’s fresh blood filling her nostrils.

At some point she felt she had lost her way, Every turn had her feeling that something was terribly wrong, then it occurred to her that she had failed to ask for direction.

Shit!!! She cursed under her breath.

She hoped...