The Devil In White
My chest pulled tight, like someone tied a rope around my ribs and kept pulling.
Luca’s voice was distant. “Adrian? Talk to me.”
But I didn’t answer.
Because behind the sound of rain pounding the broken windows, I heard something else.
Something raw.
Something human.
Something I didn’t want to hear but needed to.
My own heartbeat.
Fast. Uneven. Angry.
Confused.
I breathed out hard. “We’re done here. Burn it.”
Luca nodded, pulling out gasoline.
As we left the collapsing building, the flames began eating away the walls, sending smoke twisting into the storm.