The sunset was chaotic, with everyone rushing to get back safely to the mansion. Ashlee was exhausted, as was Cassandra, but there wasn’t much they could do besides run.
They were warned that if they took another step forward, everyone would die. Kyle didn’t care much about the others in that moment—he was holding Ashlee’s hand, and that was all that mattered to him.
“I can never let go of her. I can never let her get hurt,” he thought, the words playing over and over in his mind like a spell.
“I… I can’t anymore,” Ashlee said, stopping when they were only a short distance from the mansion.
“Ashlee, we’re almost there. Just a little bit more. You can do this,” Cassandra urged, trying to encourage her.
Ashlee panted heavily, her breaths labored. She looked at Cassandra, Kyle, and the
