Chapter Eighteen
First Person’s Perspective
Serena
The door flew open with a loud bang.
Jeremy rushed in, his eyes wide and wild, like he was ready to fight someone. His chest rose and fell fast as he breathed hard. His hair was messy. His shirt was half untucked, and there was sweat on his forehead like he had been running for a long time.
He stopped in the doorway.
For a few seconds, he just stood there. His eyes moved across the room slowly.
He saw the broken table lying on its side. A chair was split into two pieces near the wall. There were claw marks on the floor. And blood… dark, fresh blood near the wall. One spot was even smeared, like someone had been dragged.
And then, finally, his eyes found me.
I stood near the stairs. Still. Frozen. My hands were shaking. My lips w
