He frowned. “You shouldn’t be here. Someone could see. We can discuss this back at the cabin—”
Stefan didn’t finish his sentence because a gunshot echoed. A girl with blood oozing from her chest lay on the snow near a suitcase. Blood even splattered from her wound, staining the snow around her red.
I was beginning to think that the violence would never stop because I shouldn’t have witnessed another death. Yet I had, and I’d carry that with me for the rest of my life, like every other bad thing that happened to me or I witnessed.
Stefan’s gaze lit on the same things I had seen only moments earlier.
“We should get out of here,” Stefan murmured into my ear.
He was concerned for my safety, which reminded me of how I had the perfect boyfriend. But having perfect didn’t matter right now. Not when people were being killed senselessly.
Stefan grabbed my hand. Then, he clicked his fingers before I could even respond.
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