Calla ran until it hurt.
She'd been running for what felt like hours—around the school,
over to the town square, and even through a few residential areas
she knew well. Concentrating on her breath and the burning in her
lungs gave her fresh perspective, silencing the dark voice in her
head that had grown steadily louder day by day.
Kill them, kill them all.
She wasn't even sure who she wanted to kill. Stephanie. Astrid.
Tom. Mike and Blake and Gareth and Ryan. There were so many
delightful options.
And then there was Vincent.
You aren't going to hurt him. I don't care what it costs.
Cooper had meant every word. Calla knew that with absolute
certainty, even in her dreams. There'd been a time when she
might've been able to twist his fear to her advantage, but not
anymore. He w
