BRIAR’S POV
Deborah and I remain still as statues, glued in place once complete silence falls over the entire building.
Our eyes meet in a silent conversation just before Deborah’s dull gaze turns cold and serious. She suddenly walks ahead of me with haste.
“Briar, I need you to return to your room while I investigate what’s going on,” she commands, rushing in the direction of the scream before I grab her arm, holding her back.
“Hell no! The killer always gets the girl once they’re separated,” I tremble, showing a weak side of myself I’m ashamed to reveal as I clutch onto her like my life depends on it.
Her clueless gaze finds mine.
“Forgive me… I do not understand the reference you’re making.”
I groan with frustration. “Forget it. I’m coming with you.”
Her sharp gaze pleads with
