CHAPTER THIRTY
My scream does nothing to stop her approach, nor does it make me feel better, so I stop.
Bethany’s acidic breath wafts up my nostrils. I twist my head, mashing my face into the wall, but she continues to puff rancid air in my face. The smell fills my brain with images of blood and raw meat, and I clamp my lips shut a second too late. Nausea swirls and I vomit all over the floor.
Bethany jumps back with a squeal and examines her shoes, swearing loudly. At least I can’t smell her anymore.
“Why?” I gasp.
She shakes her head and prowls toward Elisa. “I was so close. You ruined everything.”
Tears dampen my eyes, blurring the sight of her. It doesn’t make her any more attractive. I scrub them away, thinking of everything Sam has told me. “You want to stay on Earth, don’t you
