William Ann joined her, lethargic as she helped put sacks on the heads of the bandits. Two sacks each, just in case. Blood was the most dangerous. Running drew shades, but slowly. Fire enraged them immediately, but it also blinded and confused them.

Blood, though… blood shed in anger, exposed to the open air… a single drop could make the shades slaughter you, and then everything else within their sight.

Chapter 2