GASP!
Red, who had been sleeping deeply, suddenly shot up with a sharp gasp, wide-eyed.
His brain hadn't fully processed everything yet, but all the names and insults they had hurled at Lucian replayed in his head — repeatedly, and in slow motion. His mouth slowly dropped as his complexion turned pale.
"Fuck —" he stopped as he whipped his head to the side, hard enough to make his vision shake momentarily.
As soon as he did, he saw the others sitting up like statues. Just like him, their complexions were pale, eyes wide and blank. When their eyes finally drifted in his direction, Gin blurted out under his breath.
"We're… we're screwed."
The question hung in the air, and the dread that wrapped around them like an old friend nearly suffocated them. They shivered at the thought of a grim reaper wielding his sharp scythe.
Then, suddenly, a light knock came at the door.
All five of them whipped their heads toward it, panic slowly crawling under their skin.
"Shit, shit, shit!"
