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He paused and gulped.
"It was quick," He promised me. "I got a couple of shots off, but he ran around the back of the house.”
“Where is he?” James whispered back.
“I don’t know. He blocked both the back door and the garage door. We have no choice but to go out the front. I have the keys to the other car we hid."
"You're a genius, brother." James clapped him on his back. "We have to make it quick. We shield Ava and make a run for the car. Ava, you hold onto the keys. If anything happens, you don't look back. You run for the car and get the hell out of here."
Everett handed me the keys, and I clutched them tightly between my fingers.
I nodded and steeled myself for what was to come. We all had a plan, and we knew what we needed to do.
"No matter what, keep moving." James reiterated. His voice was calm, but his eyes were unsure.
I took a deep breath and moved forward and out onto the porch. Flames engulfed the grass around the burning suburban. The smoke was thick and difficult to see through.
"Close your eyes, and don't look down until we get down the stairs," James said.
Too late.
Sarah lay on her back, a bullet hole between her eyes. Blood pooled around her head, staining her golden locks crimson. Her once bright blue eyes stared lifelessly at us. My legs shook beneath me as I fell to my knees beside her, tears streaming down my face. I reached out to Sarah, but my hand shook as I touched her cold, still body.
"Ava, we have to go," James whispered.
"We can't leave her." I hissed through gritted teeth.
"We don't have time," he said. "We have to move now."
He grabbed my hand and pulled me to my feet as another explosion rocked the ground beneath us. The blast knocked us off our feet, sending shards of glass and debris raining down around us. My body hit the ground hard, pain radiating through every nerve ending as if lightning struck me down. My vision blurred into darkness as I gasped for air that wouldn't come. Panic seized me as I struggled to make out any sound from my shredded eardrums.
A voice drew nearer, and I frantically tried to stand up, only for the world around me to spin, and my eyes darted over the body lying a few feet away from me.
Was it James? Everett?
I couldn't tell.
Fuck.
“Finally.”Hisvoice growled as he knelt down next to me. His muffled voice was unmistakable, and an icy chill ran down my spine as his face appeared.
I scrambled to get away from him, but he grabbed hold of my leg and yanked me back to him, flipping me over so that I could see his twisted grin. He straddled me, trapping my body beneath his as the firelight glinted off his face.
“I have waited so many years to get you back.”
He trailed his tongue up my face and inhaled the scent of my hair before continuing.
“Just as sweet as I remember it," he said with a sneer. "But something else now. Something I gave you – something dark that consumes you and holds you prisoner. You are twisted inside. Darkness consumes you, and you are powerless against it."
He snickered again and stroked my hair while pressing his erection against my stomach to remind me I was his plaything. My fear boiled over, fueling an adrenaline rush that gave me just enough strength to try and free myself from his grip. But he had the advantage; his expert hands wrapped around my throat and tightened until I could feel the air leaving my lungs, and the edges of my vision started to darken. Desperate for oxygen, every gasp came out choked as I tried to speak and failed miserably. The sound of his voice began to fade in and out of consciousness as I felt myself going limp beneath him, feeling helpless as the darkness consumed me completely.
When I felt like I couldn’t stay awake any longer, his grip released, and air flooded into my lungs. He was ripped off me and thrown to the ground. I coughed and grabbed my throat. Breathing heavily, I forced myself to roll over to see who saved me.
It wasJames.
Thank fucking God he was alive.
He punched the killer repeatedly. His fists kept making contact with the killer's face. I could see blood spraying from his nose. I saw the killer's hand unsheathe a knife from his belt. My throat tightened as I tried to scream a warning to James, but nothing came out besides a weak squeak. The blade slipped easily through his skin, sinking deep into his flesh with a nauseating squish. An inhuman roar erupted from James' lungs as he stumbled backward, desperately trying to keep the knife away from his throat while clutching his wound. James roared in pain as he stumbled back and collapsed to the ground, clutching his wound.
