Chapter Twenty Five

CHAPTER TWENTY FIVE

“What is this?” My fingers touch the edge of my eyes as fear begins to finally seep in. As my emotions get the better of me, I feel the coldness inside of me begin to recede.

I turn around, looking at the carnage before me. Aside from a few of Rachel’s people, everyone is dead.

I killed them.

But instead of guilt, I feel nothing. They had it coming. There’s a small part of me that whispers that I should be more concerned that I took so many lives. But I don’t feel remorse. Instead, when I turn to my friends, I feel satisfied.

I approach Beth, and when she flinches, I take a step back. “I’m not going to hurt you.”

She must have heard the hurt in my voice because she hesitates. “I didn’t say that.”