Averys POV
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”Hide,” She whispered. A cold chill reaching down my spine, making every hair on my body rise.
And then came the scream again, this time it was louder, it was deadlier. Natashas eyes shut close once more and she squeezed herself as far into the railing as she could.
I rubbed her knee with my hand, trying my best to calm her. My heart was racing in my chest. Is this a dream? She's sitting right there, petrified. A five-year-old Natasha.
I looked past her and up the stairs, seeing a light shine from the left side of the hall. I wasn't a lamp. This light moved in waved. Holy s**t, it wasn't a light, it was a fire.
I quickly stood and ran past Natasha, up the stairs. But before I could reach further, I felt a small hand grab onto mine. I turned
