The doorbell rang, immediately making Bastian nervous.
"Bastian, are you home?" a voice called from outside. "We tried a new recipe and brought some over for you."
I recognized the voice of our neighbors. Our families often exchanged food.
A moment later, I heard the front door open.
Bastian's footsteps became frantic.
"Get down!" someone shouted. "Don't move!"
The police had finally come.
Realizing that something had gone wrong, Felix seized me.
A cold, sharp knife pressed firmly against my throat. Pain spread across my skin where its edge touched me.
My heart hammered wildly, and cold sweat formed at the back of my neck.
A low, vicious laugh rumbled in Felix's throat.
"Stay back," he rasped. "Get us a car right now!"
The blade shifted as he spoke, making the pain in my neck s
