The Nightmare (The Mist Book 2)

My human vessel thrummed with an insane amount of energy that it was struggling to contain. No wonder Darryl had grown so addicted to feeding off mortals. The Warden had been a sadist. Instead of letting me simply syphon the inmates within their cells, he had released them one by one into the Mist for me to chase, while also dealing with the prowling Beasts.

It had suited me just fine.

Their terror as they fled through what I quickly recognized as a deliberately plotted maze had been beyond delicious. The exquisite taste of their lifeforce had given me such a hard-on, I believed I had leaked a little. While Warden Pritchett had taken Thomson to their watch tower so that he could observe us from a safe vantage point, I doubted the Director had realized there was more to this than met the eye.

The network of cameras along the maze, and the intense greed and excitement that had swirled around the Warden as he led me and the prisoners to the exit, convinced me some shady operation was ongoing. My gut said he had some kind of ‘death race’ betting going on, with customers watching the camera feed in real time.