MABEL’S POV
Victor already had the van moving the second the doors shut. The tires screeched against the road as he sped away from the mansion.
I turned toward Zach and was shocked to see that the side of his shirt was soaked in blood. I hadn’t noticed it through the smoke and dim light outside, but under the van’s interior lights, it was impossible to miss.
“You are bleeding.”
“It’s a little scratch,” he said without looking at me. “I’m fine.”
I stared at the stain for another second, then forced myself to sit back. “Okay.”
Victor’s eyes flicked to the rearview mirror. “Everything alright back there?”
“I’m cool,” Zach answered. His voice was steady, almost bored. “Just drop Mabel at campus. Then we’ll head home.”
“No.” I yelled almost immediately. I hadn’t meant to raise my voic
