I came back, when Logan dragged me towards a corner of the room. I automatically let him, feeling so dreadfully hollow inside…
Lillian scrambled rearwards on her legs and hands, an upturned crab, until crashing into the Mike Myers mannequin, which she hurled herself behind for protection, knocking the bowl of candy over as she did so. On the other side of the room, Courtney was pulling Brandon, who moaned for his fallen friend, into the crowd of ghosts dangling from the ceiling. She screamed when several fake, stuffed spiders suddenly sprung down on top of them.
And Christian…
I fought in vain against Logan's stronghold, trying to get to him, to slap sense into him, to grab him and hide him away, because he couldn't be kneeling down besides Collin's body to check for a pulse, blanketed
