Chapter 64

• A hateful, familiar figure pushed through the mass of people, and I gulped at Samuel. He was wearing a black long jacket and looked disheveled and unkempt. Where did he show up from? He was panting so hard that from this distance he looked like an enraged predator stalking his prey. I shivered at the vicious glares that hit me from all sides. Were they all predators that wanted to rip me to shreds? I had no way out. The deepest sense of hopelessness filled me to the brim, suffocating me.
• “You bitch!” Samuel bellowed with an infuriated look on his face. His eyes were wild, and to me, it seemed like the humanity in them was gone. Just like Jude. My heart prayed for one of these things to be true, while it was terrified of the other.
• “How dare you?!” he seethed and lifted a hand. The tip of a blade shone in my eyes. “Nobody touches our leader! Die!” he roared and leaped at me.