The air in Logan's house became more toxic with every second that passed. My eyes were still burning from the pepper spray.
Logan was a silent bundle on the floor; Oliver, a twitching mess.
I grabbed Brie's wrist, my fingernails digging in. My face was a mask of sheer panic, but my eyes were focused on the door.
"Faster," Brie hissed, pushing me through the door.
We stumbled out of the house, and the hallway lights suddenly turned back on, blinding our vision.
I didn't have my purse. I didn't have my phone. Everything I had to protect myself was lying on the floorboards, inside with the monsters.
We ran down the three flights of stairs, the cold, damp air of the night hitting our faces like a slap as we burst through the exit. Brie’s Lexus was parked across the lot.
"My keys!" s
