Delaney's legs had nearly reached their limits. She burst through the front doors to the house and fell hard on the tiles below. She felt her teeth bite into her lip when her chin hit the floor and she tasted the metallic taste of blood a moment later.
"Ian!" she shouted as loudly as she could manage, "Ian!"
There was no way he could hear her. He was too far away behind a closed bedroom door and her voice was too hoarse.
Delaney pushed herself up on shaking arms and then onto shaking legs. She kicked off her shoes, her bare feet giving her more traction on the tile to keep her from falling. Slapping sounds echoed through the halls now as she ran barefooted up the stairs.
Blood dripped from her punctured lip, dripping down her chin and onto her already ruined gown. Her whole body hurt but she couldn't stop. She had to get to Ian before it was too late. Only Ian stood a chance of saving Vincent.
