Chapter 158
- Lucia's POV
- Van skidded to a mud stop outside the abandoned church. Rain pounded the roof loud, like fists demanding in.
- Sarah killed the engine rough, twisted back with that smirk: “Faked my death. Victor’s inside fed now.” She stuck her hand out flat, palm up. “Escape’s yours. Drive first.” Cold demand. Trust shattered all over again.. my gut twisted tight, like a knife slow turn.