Saint

“Okay, you do what you need to do.”

The second I emerge from the athletic building, I’m engulfed in chaos. There’s smoke rising into the air and sirens blaring and flashing their lights as they speed through campus. My heart clenches with panic when I realize the smoke is coming from Saint’s building. I break into a dead sprint, and my worst fears are realized when I come upon a crowd gathered around the blazing dorm.

It is Saint’s building.

Fuck, fuck! This feels strangely like déjà vu.

I push my way through the gathered students toward the front of the pack and gaze around in desperation. My eyes fall on Gabe, who’s sitting on the bumper of an ambulance, talking to a police officer while a paramedic inspects him. He’s alone. Saint isn’t with him, and neither is Liam. I scan the area around him, but don’t see them. Then I look toward the other ambulance that showed up, and finally turn to scan the crowd as best I can.

It’s no use, though. If either Liam or Saint were nearby, they’d stand out. I’d be able to spot them.

“Three bodies,” someone is saying, and I can barely breathe.

“I bet she did it…” another voice, female, says, and for the first time, I feel eyes on me.

Several eyes.

“Crazy fucking bitch,” someone spits out, just as I turn my gaze back to Gabe on the back of the ambulance. Our eyes lock, and his shoulders stiffen.

Once upon a time, I’d told him that they should be afraid of me, and he’d laughed at me.

Now, he’s not laughing.

Now he just looks … terrified.

Please, God. Not again.

TO BE CONTINUED

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