Chapter 405: Taken, Part 1

Violent shivers shook my body. I curled into the fetal position and wrapped my arms around my knees. Why was it so cold in here? Slowly, the events of earlier seeped into my consciousness.

Trent!

I jerked upright, and a sharp stab of pain shot through my temple. I winced and carefully got to my feet, steadying myself against the wall until the dizziness subsided enough that I could see somewhat straight. The door was still busted, and snow had drifted inside the cabin. I stumbled through the living room, almost tripping over Vivienne's dead body.

Gagging, I rushed outside. The rental truck was still parked where Trent had left it, but there was no sign of him or Dante.

"Trent!" I shouted into the darkness, and I was greeted with deafening silence. "Trent," I said softer, knowing in the pit of my stomach that he wasn't anywhere nearby.