Chapter 16Sid feared he was gonna be sick. There was blood on the floor, a lot of blood. He didn’t think it was Jeb lying in the puddle. The shoes didn’t fit, and he wanted to believe he’d recognize Jeb in any state—even death.
When Thorn’s fingers curled around his wrist, he jumped. Gently, Thorn motioned for him to stay close to the wall as he crept forward. Sid followed. The hall was hardly big enough to house two people at once, but he didn’t want to risk Thorn moving away from him.
His pulse thudded at a rapid pace in his ears and his hands shook. Thorn looked calm. He was careful where he put his feet and how he moved, but he didn’t look ready to scream, cry, vomit, flee, or any of the other suggestions spinning around in Sid’s head.
Pressing himself against the wall right next to
