CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
“Well, well, well.” Winston stroked the belly of the ax. “Looks like the tables have turned, huh, Jonathan?”
He swallowed. “I’m not afraid of you.”
Dee held her breath.
“You will be.” Winston swung the ax.
Jonathan ran.
Winston chased him, laughing. “Where you think you’re going?”
Dee and the others followed the men through the hall.
“Winston, wait,” Dee said.
“Scared now, Jonathan?” He swung at Jonathan repeatedly.
Jonathan ran from corner to corner with Winston on his heels every time.
“What’s wrong?” Winston mocked. “Thought you wanted to play. Not so much fun when you’re not in control, is it?”
“Winston, stop,” Dee shouted.
“Stop?” He laughed. “I’m just getting started, Dee.”
“This isn’t the way.”
“The hell it isn’t.” Winston swung, smashing the stat
