Mark quickly pulled himself deeper behind the wall before Beatrice's eagle-like eyes could spot him. He moved silently, backing away with the utmost caution. Mark vanished into the darkness of the side corridor with a speed only possible for someone driven by the adrenaline of fear.
Beatrice stood up slowly, her eyes narrowing as she stared into the darkness of the now-empty hallway. She saw no one, yet a strange chill crept up the back of her neck. She felt as though a pair of weary eyes were watching her from the shadows—eyes she recognized. Beatrice clenched her manicured fingers, trying to convince herself it was merely the effect of exhaustion.
