Oh god.
The pool of blood around Brooke had doubled and was seeping around my shoes. I could smell the rusty metallic scent of Brooke’s blood and knew I needed to run or something.
Why the hell wouldn’t my legs work?
My breathing sped up and just as I went to scream, a rough hand covered my mouth, muffling any noise.
I wasn’t ready to die. I had to get away from here.
As I attempted to push the person off of me, a familiar voice breathed into my ear.
“Relax, it’s me,” Aiden whispered. “I’m not going to hurt you.”
The tension in my body eased up a bit as he pulled me down behind the Porsche. He kept glancing towards the lit building. I copied him, and saw the faint shadows of people rustling about.
“What’s going on?” I whispered harshly, holding the tears back. “Who the hell are the
