Scarlett's excerpt:
Rain was falling. The icy water dripped hard into wipes and splashes all around Scar, catching on her eyelashes while she stared up at the tall man before her. Mr. Landon was in a sleek, black suit, he was as stark against the rain as a selient devil in the dark that wanted to hunt her. He considered her with murky, bloodshot eyes and she shuddered, glad for my mother s firm grip on my hand.
"Scar, don t let go," she said, and pulled me closer to her side.
"Why," I asked, only to realize that no sound emerged when I spoke. Were I to let go, there would be nowhere to run anyway. Nothing but deep covered drain of water covered terrain surrounded me for miles. A sudden touch, something colder than water, made me jump. I whipped around to find him reaching for me with hands wrapped in a swirling stain of fresh blood shed. He was coming towards me with a knife, but it seems my mother, Michelle was invisible to him.