CHAPTER 97

  A pale, unmoving body in what I assumed to be Cindy lay limply on the floor right before me, drenched in a pool of regular blood. Her belly protruded slightly, which made a haunting feeling kiss up my spine. I swallowed the ghostly feeling away, averting my eyes from the body to the scream that had caught my attention.

  Stripped of her clothes and bleeding from head to toe with sparkling blue and red blood, Raleigh was held by her neck with a knife positioned to her navel. Her eyes were nearly lifeless, the color just as pale as Cindy's skin. She hung defeatedly in Greg's grip while blood dripped like a broken tap from her body.