Doom. Doom. Doom. Doom.
I could hear my heart pounding in my chest. It’s so loud. So fast.
Where the hell am I being taken?
"Help!" I screamed.
No reply.
Only the sound of footsteps.
Then—suddenly—I was dropped.
A sharp jolt shot through my body as the bag was yanked off my head. My vision blurred for a few seconds, but as it cleared, I saw them.
The Bloodline.
All of them. Except Andrew.
They’d taken me to a deserted part of the school grounds—somewhere behind the old gym, far from where anyone would hear or care.
“What the hell is wrong with you people?” I snapped, my voice shaky but defiant as I tried to catch my breath.
I’ve never really understood where my boldness comes from. I just… say things. Even when I know it’ll get me hurt. Maybe some version of the old me—the unto
