Constantia’s Cataclysm - a story in parallel

Peter ran through the hallway. He slammed into the wall at the T-junction, and opened his mouth at the pain, careful to be quiet. He reminded himself that she could hear him.

Which way, he thought. Where did she take you?

He rubbed his head frantically to check for blood. He’d have a lump, but blessedly there was no blood. She loved blood, loved to make living things bleed.