Lazaro’s POV
My fight with Aric continued into the bushes that surrounded the dilapidated house, as we rolled all the way over down, clawing at each other’s neck.
It was a sloppy area, so rolling was inevitable. I had to stick my foot between a cluster of bushes to stop myself, slamming a fist hard into the side of his face as I did.
“Fucking bastard!” I cursed, driving a knee into his skull. “You have a death wish, don’t you?”
“You’re the one with a death-wish, Laz. I promise you, you’d regret ruining my plans today.”
“Go to hell, Aric.” I shoved him off me just then, further down the shrubs. But then, to my surprise, he never stopped going down. As he realized that too, his pupils dilated in fear, and he reached a hand out to me. “Laz, no—“
A snap went off and he tumbled all the way down, disappearing from sight, his screams of terror filling my ears. What the heck just happened?
Well, my greater concern lay with Seraphina back at the old house. So I had to get back to her… Carefully
