Chapter 10
Pretty in the moonlight seemed far less welcoming than it had been in the daytime, though that may have been my state of mind.
The pink of the glowing letters that had seemed childish and gaudy to me in the sun, seemed deeper in color in the pitch-dark of midnight. More bodily fluid and less Barbie Dreamhouse.
I’d left Lee and Grant far behind, trusting them to make their own way to the complex, unwilling to be slowed down by Lee’s vintage hearse and not in a state to take Grant’s chatter. Instead, I hopped into Vic’s sporty little car and gunned it, driving too fast, even through the twists and turns of the forest road that surrounded our house, and trying my best not to break down.
I didn’t have time to come apart. Victor was alive, and he needed me. I couldn’t believe any
