Escape from Endeavor

by Daniel A. Jones

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  Daemon felt the spike of Angelica’s terror like a knife cutting deep into his heart. She was over an hour ahead of him so there was no way he could help her. He had no idea what she was afraid of; he could only tell she was scared to death of something. He hoped that Sara was still with her but could not put much thought or feeling behind it. Daemon could think of only one thing: He had to get to Angelica. He forgot about trying to be stealthy and screamed out a challenge to whatever was chasing Angelica before taking off running. He plowed through low branches and underbrush, never realizing he’d dropped Sara’s rifle, or pulled his ax as he went.