The knife clattered to the floor in front of him, its crimson blade dripping from the tip. When he looked up, Leo stood over him with fists on his hips, grinning triumphantly. “I"ll leave you to grieve.”
The man jumped from the stage and ran up the aisle toward the open door, cackling all the way. “We"ll see each other again soon, Jack!” he cried out in a booming voice that filled the auditorium. “I have big plans!”
Jack closed his eyes, tears streaming over his cheeks, dripping from his chin. He shook his head in denial. “No,” he choked out. “Oh please, God, no! You can"t take him. You can"t…”
Something lit a fire inside him, rage spreading from his core through every vein in his body, propelling him to his feet. “Leo!”
Summer was with him! He could sense it. Her grief was like gasoli
