Two snaps as Seven and Six walked in, followed by a shrill scream.
“Get her card,” Six said, his tone leaving no confusion on who he was talking to or room for debate.
I stepped between them, trying not to look at either of their fresh kills or into the eyes of their next victim.
But then I did look and there was a gasp along with my name, my real name, slipping from her lips. “Paisley?”
Fuck.
No.
I looked into soft, familiar olive green eyes. Her brown hair was up in the most perfect mussy bun like she always wore it.
Marissa Wade.
“Rissa?”
Complete and total shock rolled through me. I blinked at her as I covered my mouth. Tears started to fill my eyes.
No. Oh, no. Why? Why is she here?
They were going to kill her.
We went to college together, had the same major. We were alway
