Makena’s POV
It was fun hanging out with Cynthia. She seems a lot more mellow than Serena. We made plans to hang out again some other day. I wasn’t paying attention to my surrounding like I should have; it took getting to my front door to feel the hairs on my neck standing up.
Looking around, I didn’t see anyone, but I could feel a murderous gaze on my back. Immediately, my body froze. It took all of my willpower to get myself to move. “If you stay here, you can die. You have to move.” I wanted to move. I needed to take a step. “Damn it, Makena, you have to run.” A clatter inside my townhouse gave me the jolt I needed to take a step, then another. And several more. I ran to my next-door neighbor's house.
There was a sense of urgency, but in case I didn’t want her to get hurt. I knock
