Something was terribly wrong with me.
My insides twisted, and my breaths felt like fire as it clawed through my throat. My skin felt too tight, burning, yet I shivered uncontrollably. Fever? I didn’t know. Everything was a blur like I was trapped in a dizzying haze where time warped and nothing made sense.
I couldn’t remember how I ended up in the car. The details slipped through my fingers like water. Kyle was driving, his knuckles white on the wheel, but my focus wasn’t on him. Judas sat beside me, his arm wrapped around my trembling body, pulling me closer until I was on his lap.
He killed five men.
And here I was, curled against him like a child seeking comfort.
My head spun. Cold. So cold. My body trembled, but I couldn’t pull away. The warmth of him was the only thing anchoring
