CLARISSA’S POV
My stomach twists as I stare at the lifeless body on the damp forest floor. A strangled gasp escapes my lips, and for a moment, the world tilts. The scent of blood fills the air.
My vision tunnels and my breaths come out shallow
It takes me a second to process what I’m seeing. The deep blood pooling beneath Elise Greenwood’s throat, the way her unseeing eyes are fixed toward the night sky. Her once shiny blazer is torn. There’s dirt and blood smudged across the fabric. It shows an evidence of a struggle.
And then it hits me.
Elise Greenwood. The mayor.
My stomach twists.
Elise Greenwood!!.
I stagger back. My knees nearly give out. I would’ve collapsed if not for the strong arms that wrap around me. Landon. His grip is firm as he pulls me into his chest.
“Breathe,”
