Page 78 of The Bookseller and the Alpha (Witch Twins #1)

Calypso

The sound of voices trickled down the stairway as I crept forward.

I couldn’t hear what they were saying, but I was going to have to be very, very quiet.

Quiet I could do. The bigger problem was that I was still glowing.

Now that I’d drawn on all this power, I didn’t know how to get rid of it except to use it. Ok. Fuck it. I’d use it.

I took the final steps at a rush. If anyone was there, I’d brute-force my way through.

But when I reached the concrete floor at the top of the stairs, I was met by a wall of large wooden crates.

My charge almost caused me to barrel into them and I threw myself to one side, cracking my elbow against the wall, hard enough that pain radiated along my arm, my fingers tingling. I shook the pain off.

But the good thing? The absolutely fantastic thing? Right beside where I was standing; a plain wooden door labelled ‘exit’.

Footsteps sounded nearby and I threw myself sideways into a gap between the crates and the wall. The feet went down the stairs, then up again, pounding past. My escape had been discovered.

I rolled out of my hiding spot and got to my feet.Just as I put my hand on the lever to open the door, a roar erupted from the front of the building.

It was so loud that the crates rattled. I felt it in my teeth.

In the vibrations in the floor. My heart galloped and I stifled a gasp as my body reacted instinctively to the knowledge that a very large, very dangerous predator was in the vicinity.

It was a special sort of thrill, knowing that the beast outside was here for me.

I was too late.