Chapter 122 The Countdown Begins

Grace My eyes hurt. My stomach was in knots, and I was certain that if I drank another cup of coffee, I was going to start shaking. Still, I sat at Eason's computer, hoping that using it would give me some inspiration, some clue about what to do, what to write, and what to say. My fingers shook as Charles disconnected again, having run into another group of Blood Moon operatives. My hands were cramping up. I'd been awake all night, keeping Charles informed of whenever Eason was moved. They still hadn't found a way to get to the lower level, and time was running out.