She could already feel that her scent was no longer masked. The paste she had used all over her body was useless now, washed away by her own sweat.
There was no hiding anymore.
Swallowing hard, she forced herself forward, limping into the passage despite the weakness she was feeling. Dragging her exhausted and battered body, she could only take one step at a time.
Upstairs, the two warriors stirred.
Their noses twitched first.
Then they groaned, bodies shifting as consciousness returned. They jolted upright, only to clutch their heads, disoriented as a splitting pain tore through them.
The two warriors shook their heads, trying to clear the lingering disorientation as their gazes swept across the room. The moment they realized Ashley was gone, there was no surprise in their eyes, only a knowing look passed between them, followed by slow, satisfied grins.
The hunt had begun.
