Chapter Twenty-Two
The girl’s throat popping from the force of the blade was the worst sound I had ever heard. With quiet horror, I watched from a few feet away as Andi ripped the blade out of her throat and wiped the back of her hand against her forehead. Blood began to pool around the girl, accompanying the panicked sounds as she frantically tried to draw in breath. Andi backed off of her and stood to her feet. She was wobbling unsteadily, the knife still gripped tight in her blood splattered right hand. She stared down at the girl without remorse, her eyes quietly challenging her to try and get up. As I watched the exchange, I was sure that the girl had no intention of fighting anymore, not when she was losing the one battle that mattered. Heavy silence pounded in my ears as Andi and I stood in our plac
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