Page 31 of Your Worst Fear
He was confusing the fuck out of me right now.
“Fine.”
Something dark flashed in his eyes. It was probably him silently hoping that the guy had good aim.
He seemed to hesitate, the space between us growing heated. But then he finally stepped away. The rush of cold air had unease coursing through me. I shoved the feeling away, not giving myself a chance for second thoughts.
With quiet steps, I moved toward the door. I glanced down, remembering my earlier concerns about my robe. I might’ve flashed Henley, but I wouldn’t let the prick about to hurt—or murder—me get a look.
Thankfully, my robe was still shut. To keep it that way, I firmly tugged the knot to be sure it was tight.
Slowly, I swung open the door while giving myself some much-needed mental reassurance.
Your plants won’t die. Someone with the right mind will remember they need to be watered and fertilized, and have their leaves wiped every so often.
I placed one flip-flopped foot in front of the other, exposing myself in the hall.
No one was around, but the quiet was unsettling, knowing that inside one of these rooms, a stranger was searching for me.
“Hello?” My voice was shaky and uncertain. I hated the sound of it.
My heart beat in my ears, making it hard to hear. I was used to the rush of adrenaline with each target I wasassigned, but I always had the upper hand. Now, I didn’t. I was unarmed, vulnerable, and?—
A gunshot rang through the air, and heat ripped through my bicep. I fell to the floor, flames scorching my skin as I screamed.
Three, four,sevenshots rang out, each making me curl deeper in on myself.
I'd been shot. I was dying. Surely I was. Pain didn’t feel like this unless death was inevitable.
I felt a smidge of pity for each person I’d killed, even knowing they had all been bad people. Fear like this was suffocating.
Hands clawed at my shoulders, but I fought back. “Don’t touch me! Sh-shoot me and get it over with!”
My voice echoed in my ears, down the hall and into the void. My pulse wracked through my whole arm.
Had the limb fallen off?
Am I being dramatic?
“Grace!”
My name shouted in that voice snapped me out of my panic for a brief moment. I knew that voice. More than I liked to admit.
I quit my fight, letting strong hands turn me onto my side. Henley’s eyes searched my face before moving down my body. While he did, my gaze fell to the floor.
There was blood.
A lotof blood.
“Henley.”
Fabric ripped.
Something lifted my arm, but it wasn’t me. I couldn’t move it.
“Henley.”
My blood was sodark.
