Chapter 46
I don't know what I was thinking when I told Caius I'd ride with him. He's as fast behind the wheel as Clive. My knuckles have turned white. A three-hour drive to South Shore has turned into a forty-five-minute drive in his Mercedes. He skids to a halt in front of his house, hauling ass out of the car, leaving me far behind when the door to the front shuts before I've even fully made it out of the passenger seat. When I make it inside, I cover my mouth to hide my gasp. Elli is a bloody mess from head to toe. Her eyes are weak, showing death's closeness, as her labored breaths come out in wheezes. Angela coos to her, trying to calm her down, as she strokes her tangled, matted hair that has been splattered by her own scarlet stains. Her wrists are bandaged, but the blood is seeping throu
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