Elaine’s gasps were loud to her own ears as she hurried down the stairs from her apartment in her stocking feet. She strained to hear Ash’s pursuit as she rushed for the outer door. She’d taken the opportunity to escape once he was in the shower.
The stairs, twenty in all, seemed to stretch forever. It was like all the nightmares she’d ever had of running from danger, where her feet seemed caught in a quagmire, making her slow.