Kira's heart hammered against her ribs like a wild thing trying to break free. The moment those glowing red eyes had locked onto hers in the dark bathroom corridor, every instinct she possessed screamed danger. She hadn't stayed to find out what was staring at her. She had bolted.
She had turned and ran blindly down the restroom corridor, her heels clicking frantically against the floor until she kicked them off, desperate for speed, lifting up the long fabric of her evening dress that was tangling around her legs. Behind her, the heavy thud of paws echoed, accompanied by a low, wet panting that grew closer with every stride.
She did not dare look back. Her lungs burned as she shoved through the first door she found, praying it would lead somewhere safe.
