Chapter 81

Maeve

A dark figure is standing on the dunes. It must be Wyatt if I'm to judge from the muscular frame and the thick, veiny arms that could easily snap someone's neck. He is merely standing there, sending ominous waves from every pore on his body.

I always found Wyatt intimidating, larger than life, but knowing he isn't on my side makes him appear way more massive.

"Your friend must be under mind-control already," Bob comments as he steps out of the car. He places a thin hand on my shoulder, and wrinkles appear on the side of his eyes when he warily smiles down at me. "Maeve, you need to run far away from here, and don't you dare look back. Victor likes to play with his victims and probably sent your friend to kill you."

"No!" Unease flares within me. Leaving people behind goes against everything I believe. "I can't just leave you guys to save my stupid ass!"

Garett laughs. "You've only known us for a few hours, woman, and yet it unsettles you to l