I hate feeling helpless.

For days, I replayed everything—Mark getting arrested, Alice hovering around like a shadow, and the fact that some psycho named Travis was still out there. I wasn’t going to sit back and wait for something worse to happen. Not anymore.

If I wanted to survive in Mark’s world, I had to be ready for it.

I was up in his basement training room now, staring around. It was huge—had sleek black walls, rows of weapons hanging in perfect order, and thick mats covering ...