Alex jerked upward. “Fuck! What’s going on?”
Do it. Do it. Do it.
But I froze. I fucking froze.
Only seconds before Alex would get her bearings. Do it! Do it! Do it!
But the blade was no longer in my hand. Colin had yanked it from me, slicing his own fingers in the process. “It’s okay,” he said to me. “Go.”
Then he lunged at Alex and jammed the blade into her throat.
Her scream rang through the air like a shrieking storm.
Still, I stood, immobile.
My friend.
No longer my friend.
Colin’s friend now, and though it had made me weak, this friend gave him strength. The strength to do what was necessary.
“Go!” Colin commanded again. “Go!”
I ran for the door, nearly stumbling over a bulge in the carpeting at the doorway. Was Colin behind me? I had no idea. I cared…but at the same time I didn’t.
One thought and one thought only permeated every membrane of my body.
Get. The. Hell. Out. Of. Here.
And that was what I did.
I ran.
I ran back through the kitchen.
Through the living area where I’d been when I’d woken up here.
Out the door.
Into the darkness.
I opened my mouth to scream, but nothing came out.
Still I ran.
And ran.
And—
Until the breath was knocked out of me by the force of a mountain in my way.
“No!” I yelled.
Massive arms wrapped around me, forcing me to stop in my tracks.
“Let me go! Let me go!” Tears welled in my eyes as I drummed my fist against the hardness of the mountain holding me. “Let me go! Let me go!”
“Easy, honey.” Strong fingers stroked my hair. “Easy. It’s me.”