Tristan Vance
Survival in the dead world isn’t free. Everyone pays a price, but tonight, my friends have no idea that I’m the one picking up the tab. Across the dark garage, they are finally falling into a traumatized sleep, thinking we miraculously escaped the horde outside. They think the rugged guy who cleared the highway and barricaded the doors is our savior. They don't see him standing over me in the shadows of the back room. They don't feel the terrifying weight of his hand locking around my wrist, or the way his rough, gravelly voice wraps around me like a cage. Silas doesn't want our meager rations or our ammunition. He looks at my racing pulse, tilts my chin up into the dim light of his flashlight, and smiles a slow, dangerous smile. He knows we won't last another mile without him. And as he pulls me an inch closer, his hot breath brushing my lips, I realize I’m going to let him do whatever he wants—because keeping his focus on me is the only thing keeping my friends alive.
About Tristan Vance
Survival in the dead world isn’t free. Everyone pays a price, but tonight, my friends have no idea that I’m the one picking up the tab. Across the dark garage, they are finally falling into a traumatized sleep, thinking we miraculously escaped the horde outside. They think the rugged guy who cleared the highway and barricaded the doors is our s...Read more