APRIL
The city was a mess. A bloody one.
“Natalie, stop using your fucking phone or you’re going to get us killed,” I whispered to my best friend whose face was a mess of dry tears.
She glared at me. “If I’m going to die, I need Hector to know that he was the best sex I ever had and I always wished we became more.”
I frowned at her, both disturbed and confused that she’d picked that as the most important thing to put in order in a life and death situation.
What a freaking clown.
“Nat, I’ve told you a thousand times, you’re not going to die,” I bit out, “Nick asked us to stay hidden here and he’ll come get us, and I know he will.”
I reminded her of the instruction we’d gotten almost an hour ago when chaos broke out in the city.
Apparently, some rogues breached the city’s gates and began to brutally attack every living thing in sight. They've been killing anything in their way and no one is exempt from their wrath.
Not women. Not innocents. Not children. Not animals.
It was a battle
