‘Look at me, Kyla,’ Aiden says, his voice calm, reassuring, and I tear my eyes away from the van behind us. It opens from the inside, and she disappears through it. Not dressed in Lorder black? A slight figure, a woman, hat pulled down low to shield her face. Both my fault.Īiden puts a hand over mine, one worried eye on the mirror and the van, one on me. So like my father’s death years ago that it wrenched up that most buried memory. A sea of hot red that covered us both, and took my friend away, forever. The gun in his hand, pointed at me, and then. The fear takes me back: another time, another Lorder. Leaden dread pools in my veins, holds me still and numb even as everything inside is screaming run.
A black van pulls in behind, blocking us in. ‘Lorders,’ I hiss, and scrunch down in the seat. ‘I’m not,’ I start to object, but then I glance at the road, and all at once, I am. In my case, what lurked within was so well hidden even I didn’t know about it.Īiden pulls the car down the side of the rundown building.
People, especially, can be so different from what you can see that you’d never guess what goes on in their secret places. But what you get outside is often like that.
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