An Action Scene from Seduced

Gun in hand, Nevada reached out and used her arms to drag her body forward. She dug her fingernails into the patchy pavement, using the tips to dig in and gain some leverage however small it might be. She moved. Inches at a time.

Weaker with each passing second, she glanced over her shoulder and searched the area around her, the darkness closing in, its black depths expanding as if it were swarming her like a mass of black insects.

She kicked it up a notch.

Claw, pull and drag. Claw, pull and drag.

She expected to see Gutter step out of the darkness any moment to shoot her in the face. She heard an eerie noise and stopped dead.

Concentrating, she froze in place to decipher what she was hearing, to figure out where it was coming from. She heard the rustle of clothing. The rush of wind, and whatever it was, it was coming fast.

There was an exhalation of air, the sound of oxygen rushing out of someone's throat with a sick rattle.

It couldn't be considered a scream really.

No, it was much more horrendous.

It was the gurgling sob of someone with a crushed windpipe. It was the wet, bloody cry of someone who couldn't speak because his throat had been decimated.

It only took a matter of seconds for her to interpret, though it felt as though time had slowed to a crab-crawl.

A scene from Seduced by Blood, A Sangre Novel, Book One
Taylor Tryst

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