THE DEVIL'S PREY
CHAPTER FIFTY SEVEN
"Xavier! No!" Damian's voice cut through the chaos, but it was too late.
Xavier ran straight back into the fire.
The heat was like a living thing, wrapping around him, threatening to devour him whole. Smoke swallowed the air, making every breath agonizing. But Xavier didn't slow down. His boots pounded against the weakened floor as he pushed forward, his head spinning.
"Sarah!" he bellowed, his voice raw and desperate.
No answer.
His pulse thundered as he forced himself deeper into the burning wreckage. Flames crackled around him, embers floating through the air like fireflies from hell. The smoke stung his eyes, but he forced them open, scanning the inferno for her.
Then—a glimpse of movement through the fire.
Xavier's heart nearly stopped.
Sarah.
She was on the ground.
His chest constricted. She wasn't moving.