AUTHOR’S POV
Phyllis’s voice finally cut through the haze of fear, thin but insistent. “You’re okay,” she kept saying, over and over, as if the words could make it true. “You’re okay, Wanda. Lev’s got the pup. You’re fine.”
But Wanda wasn’t fine. She could feel the warm slickness soaking through her clothes, and the burning pain radiating from her shoulder, and every instinct in her body screamed the same thing—
Get out.
Just then, she felt a different pair of hands touch her, followed by a different voice telling her she was sorry, and flinched hard the moment she looked up and found Iva.
It was also then that she noticed the different ring on her finger. She had taken note of her previous ring, which wasn’t blue or this big, and it hit her just then that it must be from Lev.
Som
