Chapter 25: The Attack

Nesta’s POV:

I traced a small spiral in the dust sitting on the car's half open window, my thoughts scattered everywhere. Devon was buying food at the store but I doubted he would get anything worth eating or not expired at that dingy place. The town was a ghost town, only a few bikes were around, covered in dust and a few battered cottages along with a small Inn named ‘shadow peak’ and of course the 'dingy' old store.

I sighed and got out of the car, banging the door shut behind me. It was midafternoon and the sun was being its typical blazing self.

Dusty roads, dingy shops, battered cottages, creepy guys and blazing heat. Nesta Rivera, welcome to the Midlands. I laughed at my thoughts and winced as I felt the trickle of sweat down my back.

"Get into the car." Devon said as he walked towards me, his leather jacket draped over his arm and a small smear of blood marking his cheekbone. I frowned and looked into his eyes. Damn.

"What happened?!" I exclaimed, looking at his face, tryin