THE WHITE RIDER
I may or may not be stuck under some rocks. Don’t judge me.
“What a lovely idea this was,” groans Elias.
He’s judging me. I see it in his gorgeous eyes. But what do I care, he’s trapped under a mountain of stone. Only his head is popping out free, and it’s time I played whack the vampire. Except... oh right, I’m trapped too.
“Eghh... Aghh... errr..