Just like he had feared, Ryan never planned on letting them live.
Even when he had said maybe, Myles had never believed it. Not Ryan, or the thing living inside his body now. That promise had been nothing more than mockery.
Myles grit his teeth and dug his fingers into the ground. Pain screamed through his body as he tried to push himself up again.
"Stand up… I have to stand up."
His arms shook. His legs barely responded. He forced himself anyway, dragging his body inch by inch, refusing to stay down while the others faced death.
Ahead of him, Ryan walked toward Victor and Nadine.
He rested the spear casually on his shoulder, his posture relaxed, almost bored. His eyes looked down at them without warmth or hatred. Just indifference. Like a man staring at insects or ants caught beneath his feet.
