Emma Watson
The wind howled around us as we stood on the rooftop, staring at the spot where Benita had disappeared. My fingers were still curled around the gun, my knuckles white from the grip. My heart was hammering so hard that I could feel it in my throat.
Benita was gone. But not for good.
I turned to Ray, whose jaw was clenched so tightly it looked like he might shatter his own teeth. His eyes were locked on the dark sky where the helicopter had vanished, his hands trembling slightly at his sides.
“She planned this,” I said, my voice barely above a whisper.
Ray exhaled sharply, running a hand through his hair. “Of course she did.” He turned away from the edge, his entire body radiating frustration. “She’s always one step ahead.”
I swallowed hard. “What do we do now?”
He didn’t
