Chapter 51: You're late.

BLISS CLUTCHED THE WHEEL and stared up at the large, metal building.

She was late.

Almost ten minutes late.

She'd run red lights and broken every speed limit posted, but she was still late.

Was Carlos still alive? What about her sister? Were they gone?

She pulled the gun and bullets out of her hoodie pouch. One went in the other, right? She slid the row of bullets into the gun until it clicked. Now, she just had to hope it was as simple as removing the safety and firing. Otherwise she was shit out of luck. She really should have taken Travis up on that gun lesson he talked about. If she survived this, she was learning how to shoot.

Bliss pushed her door open and stood. The bitter breeze bit into her limbs, leeching the warmth away.

It was the mountains and snow all over again.

She slid the gun into the waistband of her jeans like she'd seen Travis do. It felt weird and unnatural pressed against her spine, but at least this way her hoodie wasn't hanging down to her knees