Nova's POV
I sat there on the edge of the skinny bed and stared at the concrete floor. Silence was pressing down upon both of us until the soft scratching noise started from somewhere near the trap door. I jerked my head up to see Jordan pulling himself from the wall and grabbing the knife from the belt.
"Don't move from there and don't make any noise," he told me, his tone low and firm.
I nodded, feeling how my heart thumped so loudly, that I was scared that it would tear apart my chest.
While he was climbing the stairs and opening the trap door, I closed my fists tightly, praying silently. It seems like useless prayers, but I just kept saying them.
A couple of minutes passed and suddenly, I realized a new smell. Blood, sage and something rough.
That was Rose.
I jumped up withou
