Riley’s POV
I stood still, staring at her as she stared back at me.
“What is your name?” Serial asked. I could see amusement on her face, though I didn’t understand what she found funny. She should be in jail—she just killed someone.
“Riley,” I said quietly, not wanting to end up like the dead girl. She smirked a little before speaking again.
“Can you fight, Riley?” Serial asked, making me swallow hard.
I didn’t want to fight anyone, let alone kill someone. I just wanted to get away from her as soon as I could.
“I don’t think she can fight, Serial,” a girl said, walking toward us with two others behind her. All three wore dangerously revealing clothes, but their cold, sharp eyes told me they were not to be messed with.
Serial turned to her. “And what makes you think that, Ava?” she
