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if it was fear causing her to think irrationally or not.
    She chewed her bottom lip when they stopped outside the doors to theatre seven. Blood was splashed all over the walls, but again there were no bodies.
    “Where are all the bodies?” She glanced around.
    “I don’t know.” He smiled at her. “But it’s safe in here.”
    She nudged open the door with her foot and peered into the dark cinema. She couldn’t see much, just the back of a row of seats. “How do you know?”
    “I checked it out earlier.” He gestured for her to go through the doors.
    “But what if—” She didn’t finish as he took her in his arms and urgently kissed her.
    “Just trust me,” he said when he pulled away from her. “We need to hurry.”
    She nodded. Why not? She’d trusted him so far. She stared into his eyes. He seemed a bit off. But given the situation, that wasn’t a surprise.
    She walked into the theater and turned to see him closing the doors behind her.
    “What are you doing?” she cried.
    His face blurred and reshaped before her eyes, his nose becoming a snout and his teeth elongating into vicious-looking fangs. “It’s feeding time, and the young ones are hungry.” He growled out in a guttural tone.
    He slammed the door, and she heard something heavy slide against the other side of it.
    No, no, no!
    She almost went into shock, her mind racing over what had happened to Ben.
    Was he playing me all along?
    The betrayal seemed all the worse because he’d made her care about him first. She’d lost a friend as well as being tricked by a monster.
    She tried the door, pushing against it, but it didn’t budge. He had locked her in here, trapped her like bait for the creatures.
    She heard a distant growl from behind her and spun around, her pulse racing. She didn’t have any weapons. The mop pole was still in the office, and the dagger …
    She frowned. Ben hadn’t had the dagger with him.
    I guess with fangs like that, he doesn’t need one.
    She jumped at the sound of a roar nearby.
    Shit, shit, shit.
    She froze, pinned to the door in fear. The short staircase that led up into the theatre was a protected box with walls on both sides of her and the locked exit behind her. The only way to go was forward, but stepping up into the theatre aisles seemed like a death sentence.
    She jumped again when there was a loud crash to her left. Snarling and growling followed. There were more loud crashes and two distinctly different growls. After a few moments, a loud howl filled the air, followed by squelching noises and ripping sounds.
    They’re attacking each other. Good. I hope they kill themselves.
    After a few minutes of listening to sickeningly loud lapping noises, the room went silent. She didn’t dare move or breathe.
    Please let them both be dead.
    She trembled when she heard a sniffing noise above her. Gulping back the urge to scream, she looked up to see a canine face staring down at her with bared fangs.
    The creature was the size of a large man, but that was where the similarity to a human ended. Its snout was wrinkled up in a vicious snarl, baring its long fangs. Saliva and blood dripped from its mouth and splattered onto the tiles in front of her.
    Lucy spun around and began backing away, her eyes locked on its trembling haunches as it tensed on the railing above the doors.
    With a roar, it launched off the barrier towards her. She turned and fled up the stairs, leaping over the row of seats in front of her and falling down the tiered aisles. She put her hands over her head to protect herself from a painful landing.
    Her leg caught on the back of a seat a few aisles down, jerking her back. She landed heavily on a row of seats, banging her head on the back of the row opposite before sliding off in a ball of agony and falling to the floor between the rows.
    She groaned and rolled over onto her back, clutching her head as pain blossomed around her wound. She fumbled for a handhold to pull herself up, finding what she