CHAPTER 97 Keep Searching

　　Gayle could feel panic rising within her chest, its grip tightening as flames danced along the edges of the warehouse. She lay motionless on the ground, her body slowly mending her broken back. Human blood did nothing to aid her healing factor, but in a desperate attempt, she had fed from Cecilia. It seemed as though she had broken her promise for nothing. 

　　Thick smoke billowed around Gayle, making it difficult to see or breathe. Through the haze, her eyes darted to Jonathon, lying in a puddle of his own blood. She needed to get them both out of here. She couldn't escape on her own, but with Jonathon, they could make it.

　　"Jonathon! Jonathon! You have to wake up," Gayle pleaded, her voice strained amidst the crackling of the fire. "You have to help me, help you."

　　After a few moments, Jonathon's body stirred, and he slowly lifted his head to meet Gayle's gaze. "I can't move just yet. You have to come to me," she said, urgency lacing every word.