13
Chloe
“No!”
I land on all fours, panting, my entire body trembling and covered in sweat. It’s dark and I’m naked, and I have no idea where I am or what’s happening. Then I register the feel of the hardwood floor under my palms and the faint moonlight pouring in through the wall-sized window, and it all clicks into place.
I’m in my room at the Molotov estate, and none of what I saw is real.
It was another nightmare.
Wincing, I push up to my knees—which immediately scream in protest. I must’ve bruised them when I threw myself off the bed.
Slender brown arm in a pool of blood… Gun in a black-gloved hand… Huge pickup truck barreling toward me…
A fresh surge of adrenaline propels me to my feet despite the pain. Sucking in air, I fumble in the darkness for a lamp switch. My hand lands
