Another scream came down the street. This time there was no mistaking it. It was a child’s voice, a single high-pitched note. “Hoss,” said Ebenezar warningly. I couldn’t see. My vision was narrowing to a tunnel. My chest heaved. I looked to my left. In the tunnel of my vision, Mab was a slender, pale white light, her eyes bright, feline, narrowed. She watched me. “We have to help them,” I said, louder and harder. Mab’s teeth showed.
