Everything around me was silent for only a moment before everyone started talking all at once. Still holding Abby's hand, I tugged her backward, away from the chaos.
I couldn't tear my gaze from Felicity. I'd never seen a dead body before. Slowly, my stomach started to churn. Bile rose in the back of my throat, and sweat broke out across my forehead. I was going to be sick.
Releasing Abby's hand, I cupped my hand over my mouth and inhaled slowly through my nose. I needed air. Spinning around, I raced outside and down the porch steps. I stopped, bent over, and placed my hands on my knees, sucking in as much fresh air as fast as I could.
"Are you all right?" Jax asked.
I gasped at the sound of his voice and straightened. "You killed her," I said.
"Isn't that what you wanted? You agreed to it, remember?" He stood near the far end of the porch, arms crossed.
"Yeah, but. . ."