Fear slithers down my soul as I stare at the enormous sign featuring a coiled up black snake ready to strike.
I've seen it once before, but last time was a walk in the park compared to how I feel now.
I walk into the Vipers' Den and my gaze flits around from one hulking man to the next. I don't know if he's here.
And really, I am not so sure I should be, either. My hands go to my belly, and I feel a protective wave roll over me, forcing me to reject any uncertainty.
I'm not here for me. Besides, I have nowhere else to turn and the police already said they couldn't do anything without witnesses.
I'm exhausted and my throat is sore from crying and talking to the police.
After I recognized the huddled form below my window as belonging to my brother, I ran down the stairs from my apartme
