IS IT REALLY OVER?

LUCIEN’S POINT OF VIEW.

The sound of the sirens had barely faded away as I stared at the fleet of police cars drive off the street and round the corner, when the voice of my father ricocheted in the back of my skull again;

    ‘You’re going to die, Sloane.’

He had another thing coming if he thought I would let him even get within an inch of square ground near her. My arm curled protectively around her as she tightened her hold on me. I ...