Chapter 76

I plowed down the streets with no real sense of where I was going. One of my rubber handle bars lay in the middle of the road somewhere because I twisted it off, pretending it was a certain news reporter's head. Head turned tree trunk.

I gripped my cell phone in my blood-spattered fist, waiting for Jo to text me back. Tram needed to know. Now.

When I cut through the video store parking lot, a gray car sliced off the road and through my path. Out jumped Callum, eyebrows bunched together, jaw dangling to his chest. "Oh my God, Leigh. Is that blood? Is that an ax sticking out of your backpack?"

I started to wheel around him. "Yeah. So?"

He gripped the metal between my handle bars and shoved his face in front of mine. "Are your eyes bleeding? What the hell happened?"