Zoe POV

In a panic I throw my arm up to shield my face and feel the sharp impact as the jagged glass shard embeds itself deep into my forearm, and the pain is immediate and intense—white-hot and radiating from the point where the glass penetrated because Lisa threw with such desperate force, such fear-driven strength, that the shard went in deep.

Too deep for a surface cut.

Deep enough that when I look down I can see blood streaming from the ...