Sal felt the temperature drop so suddenly that a chill ran down his spine.
Eh? Why does it suddenly feel so cold? he wondered.
Before he could make sense of it, Ivy abruptly yanked him aside. He stumbled again, his back hitting the wall.
"Hey, why would you do that?" he complained, rubbing his shoulder. But when Ivy sharply gestured for him to stay quiet, his confusion turned into unease.
Following her gaze, he looked toward the door and his entire body went rigid.
When did he even get here? Panic surged through him as his eyes landed on Xander, who stood at the doorway with a deadpan expression that made Sal's heart nearly stop.
Moments ago, Sal had been too happy, too caught up in everything to notice his surroundings. But now, all he could see was the grim reaper himself—arms crossed, eyes cold and piercing, as if they could burn holes straight through him.
