Savannah's POV
The game had ended.
"Ready for another round?"
"Did one kiss satisfy you completely?"
Please fall for it! Please just take the bait!
Dennis pressed his palm against his mouth, the same hand that had been tangled in my hair moments before. Dirt smeared across his lips, mixing with the crimson blood trickling from the corner of his mouth.
My fingers clawed against the rough bark of the tree trunk while my pulse hammered so violently I thought it might burst my eardrums. Panic surged through my bloodstream, blurring my vision until everything spun wildly around me.
He remained hunched over, one hand still covering his mouth, his posture making it impossible to decipher what he was thinking. Blood continued streaming from the gash on his leg while his chest heaved with irregular breaths.
Should I make a run for it?
What could I possibly use as a weapon? The ceramic shards were gone.
