RUBY

The wind howled, brushing against my face, which felt cold. My hand instinctively reached for the necklace Horton had given me. He said it was a gift from him, but it was actually just a device Horton used to track my whereabouts and record everything I did outside while he was away.

"Oh my god," I muttered as Luther's figure walked toward me, his shadow sweeping across the fallen leaves and ending at my feet.

I clenched my fists, and before Luther could get close, I was about to run for ...