In this excerpt from the first chapter, the heroine, Vivien, was jogging through the park when something changed...
Vivien still ran. But now, she ran for her life, her hands fisted and her nails digging into her palms.
She didn’t know who was after her, and she was too scared to dare look back and catch a glimpse of her pursuers. But she knew they were there, so close, almost close enough to reach her, and so she couldn’t stop running. At times, she could have sworn she could feel warm breath at the back of her neck like a fetid wave, or fingertips brushing against her arm. When it happened, a jolt of energy rushed through her, and she tried to run even faster.