HAYLEY’S P.O.V

I watched Marie making her way over to me, a smoking gun in one hand and the other on her hip.

She was dressed in black leggings and a loose shirt. She surprisingly looked good for someone who had just shot two men in cold blood.

“Don’t look so terrified. You’ve witnessed a murder too, haven’t you?”

I swallowed. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

She snorted. “Please, I’ve been alive far longer than you have. ...