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And I flip it on.

Brightness flares in my vision, and I blink it away to see a man sprinting across the lawn toward me.

A stranger.

I stumble backward.

And I pull the trigger.

I don’t even mean to.

I didn’t even aim.

I just reacted.

But before I can shove the scream out of my lungs, I watch the arrow land. Right in the center of his throat. Sinking through the soft skin.

He falls on his next step and smashes down onto his knees.

Shock and fear fight for space inside me as I slam the door shut and lock it.

That did not just happen.

I drop the empty crossbow and rush to the window, sliding that shut too.

I try to look through the window, then remember it’s too dark.

I hustle back to the door and flip on the switch for the exterior light I completely forgot about two minutes ago, then go back to the window over the sink.

Maybe nothing really happened.

Light floods the yard, illuminating the man.

“Um.” I press my hands together.

In the middle of my yard, maybe twenty feet from my back door, is the stranger, clawing at the arrow protruding from his neck.

“Umm!” I say it a little louder.

Then he pitches forward.

“Umm!” My voice jumps an octave.

I flip off the light.

Ohmygod, ohmygod, ohmygod…

I spin away from the view and run across my house to the front door.

I’m in a pair of short sleep shorts and a thin tank top, and I have to press a hand over my boobs to keep them from bouncing all over the place, but I don’t stop running for anything.

Not my shoes. Not my keys. Not anything. I just rip open my front door and run straight across my front lawn toward Hans’s house.

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The shower curtainflicks water at me as I shove it open to grab my towel off the rack on the wall.

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