Jonah shook his head, his face contorted in agony. He reached out to me, but his hand collapsed uselessly to his side a second before he hit the floor.
"Someone call 911!"
The room spun out of control, a dizzying blur of shouting voices and flashing lights.
Stepping over Jonah's motionless body, Lucas pulled me into his arms. The polite mask he always wore finally slipped, revealing a dark, triumphant smirk.
"You're finally mine, Selena."
I didn't even have the energy to push him off. A hollow, mocking laugh escaped my chest. "Was all of this really necessary, Lucas?"
He didn't answer. He just pulled me along, leading me away from the twisted nightmare we had created.
