CHAPTER 12

“Bria, how did you know this trail was here?” Rusk moved through the bloody scene, his focus no longer on the remains of whatever human was possessed. His attention, now, was on Bria, and she had no good answer.

“I'm not certain, instinct maybe?”

“Yet you walked right to it, as a hare dives for the burrow it knows beneath the brambles.”

“Really strong instinct?”

Rusk was closing in on her now. She