“Mum, I’m heading out,” I shouted as I headed toward the front door.
“If you can, pick up some bread on your way home,” mum said from the kitchen.
“I will.” She never asked Zander to get anything from the store, but that was probably because of his short attention span. He was like a goldfish that way. I pulled my chucks on before opening the door.
My body tensed and my heart felt like it seized. This must be a bad dream. Yvaine stood on the porch, her dark eyes boring into mine. She had blood running down the side of her face and a gun in her hand. Her breathing was ragged. She lifted her hand and wiped off the blood that ran down her brow.
“Be a good dog and come with me,” she said, her voice like nails on a chalkboard. My phone vibrated in my pocket. “Hand it over.” I pulled it out
