Chapter 74 I Draws

• I draw in a shaky breath. “I see.” I can only imagine how men psychotic enough to kill innocent civilians would ‘force Patrick’s hand.’ Gruesome images of severed body parts dance through my mind, and I push them away with effort, not wanting to give in to the panic that threatens to swallow me whole.
• “It’s lucky that Patrick wasn’t at the clinic when they came,” Beth says, interrupting my dark thoughts. “They killed everyone, all sixteen of Patrick’s men who were stationed there guarding us.”
• I swallow hard. “Sixteen men?”