s, his grip firm but not gentle. She tried to pull away, but he held f

d, trying to sound assertiv

voice low and even. "You're in danger, Lana. Grave

n't know what kind of game you're playing, but I'm n

y that made her skin prickle. "This is no game, Lana," he whispered. "You

er spine. She tried to reason with herself - this was just some kind of weird

alleyway, the darkness enveloping them like a shroud. Lana's heart ra

er ear. "You're being hunted. By something ancient, somethin

ess Demetrius's words. Hunted? Ancient

etrius's eyes flickered towards the entranc

his body tensing against

er into the darkness, leaving Lan

tinued in