A horrible scream ripped through the air and panic seized my heart as I recognised Geraldine’s voice. I turned, hunting for her in desperation and spotting her on her back beneath a Nymph. Her father lay beside her unmoving and pure terror filled me as Tory and I raced to help. A battle cry filled my ears and Max dove on the Nymph’s back, locking an arm around its throat and yanking backwards with all his might.
