Fenja couldn't believe it. He really left her alone with the dead bodies around. The rain was still pouring, but it was not enough to get rid of the strong smell of blood in the air.
She tried to move, but her legs wouldn't cooperate. She also didn't dare to look around, or else she was going to vomit again, even though there was nothing left anymore.
How could she get to the house? Crawling back? But it meant she would need to drag her body through the bloody mud, and thinking about that alone made her stomach do somersaults again.
And when Fenja was trying to figure out how to get away from this predicament and gathered the courage that had left her body, suddenly someone picked her up.
She yelped but stopped herself when she saw it was Jaxon, who came back to get her.
For a split second, Fenja thought it was the lover, Kit, but when he opened his mouth, Fenja knew it was still his cruel side.
