Zayne’s eyelids grew heavy as he sank deeper into the cushion, letting exhaustion take over. If everything went well, he would be gone by the time Sky woke up. He was grateful for their hospitality, and hated the thought of overstaying his welcome.
His eyes fluttered open as he jolted awake, the screams sounding as if the were from the other room. No, it can’t be, he thought, jumping to his feet. . . . Could it?
Zayne rushed into the kitchen, pulling his knife out. What he saw made him falter, taking a few steps back. Two monsters, one of them that looked strangely like Kit, standing in the broken window, and Sky next to the one with crooked glasses.
He glanced between the monsters, fear crawling down his spine. He couldn’t fight them. Did he get Jean and run, or did he try to help Sky? He doubted he could outrun them with Jean, and even if he could, the thought of leaving Sky for dead made him feel ill. If he stayed to fight, they would all end up dead.
His eyes fluttered open as he jolted awake, the screams sounding as if the were from the other room. No, it can’t be, he thought, jumping to his feet. . . . Could it?
Zayne rushed into the kitchen, pulling his knife out. What he saw made him falter, taking a few steps back. Two monsters, one of them that looked strangely like Kit, standing in the broken window, and Sky next to the one with crooked glasses.
He glanced between the monsters, fear crawling down his spine. He couldn’t fight them. Did he get Jean and run, or did he try to help Sky? He doubted he could outrun them with Jean, and even if he could, the thought of leaving Sky for dead made him feel ill. If he stayed to fight, they would all end up dead.