I pushed the door of the cabin where Mag and I stayed and locked it when I was in. At that moment, before I could catch my breathing, with my head resting on the surface of the door, I felt a touch on my back.
It was feathery, very delicate, but it had the impact of startling me. Nothing ever fazes me, but now I felt like a hunted animal, being chased down in my den. I respond to every noise, reacts to every closeness, and flinched at every touch.
Mag's eyes were wild, matching mine when I locked my gaze on her.
"Hey," She still grabbed onto my arm; her raw eyes were prudent while she pretended, "There are cops everywhere—what happened?"
I yank away, only to stumble from dizziness, and slipped down with my back against the door.
I was seeing red, bleeding red while I mumbled with di
