George's POV
I sprinted toward the place where the dog had stopped barking, my lungs burning.
When I reached the clearing, I froze. Blinky was already there....kneeling, trembling, struggling to lift a body from the grass.
And then I saw her.
Cierra.
Blood everywhere. Her skin pale, her hair matted, her clothes torn. The world around me stopped breathing.
“Damn!!!! thank God you found her,” I breathed, rushing forward. “Oh my heavens!!! let me uh.. raise her up... Call 911....”
Before I could reach her, Blinky shoved me so hard I stumbled backward.
“With all due respect,” he snapped, voice shaking with fury, “George… get the f**k out of here.”
I blinked, stunned, words dying in my throat. “Blink.y....what? Why are you acting this way...I...I don't understand?”
He pointed a trem
