Asher's eyes darted toward the direction from where the footsteps were approaching and clicked his tongue.
"Fine then," he muttered darkly. "If that's how you want to play, I'll play it too!"
Max let out a grin through blood-stained teeth.
Asher stood firm near the prince he had just punched to near death, ready for whoever was coming. But the footsteps—echoing ominously—kept drawing closer. Yet, not a single person came into view.
His throat tightened.
Then the sound shifted.
The footsteps were now coming from behind.
He spun around instantly, thinking he'd be attacked from behind, but there was nothing.
And then the footsteps began coming from all directions.
Everywhere.
Even from inside the walls.
The rhythmic sound pierced into his skull, ringing inside his head with nauseating intensity. His balance faltered. His vision swam. He squinted.
"What kind of sick joke is this?!" he growled. "Come out, cowards! Quit playing hide and seek!"
