Chapter 8

• As soon as I placed the phone down, I noticed how badly my hand was shaking. Fear twisted in my chest—I didn’t know if he would ever stop coming after me. We had waged war on his territory, and that wasn’t something easily forgotten or forgiven.
• I took a quick shower, scrubbing the dried blood and dungeon grime off, and dressed in long pants and a long-sleeved shirt despite the heat outside.
• Walking into the hallway, I noticed Ethan’s door was open, and I could hear him moving inside. I knocked, and he came to open it.