The blood remaining from where Conner had taken a life caused for the memories to push through Gemma’s mind as she felt the initial shock of life ending before her very eyes. She could feel everything once more-just as she had felt in that moment-only as if seeing it for the very first time. However, the same as that moment-she was able to trust Conner blindly, somehow knowing he didn’t mean her any harm along the way.
Their fingers interlaced as they ventured deeper into the building, now moving to a set of stone steps that led to a light up basement. Spiderwebs and broken pieces of stone lined the steps-as voices of those who meant her and Conner harm. As the echoes of the voices were heard, Conner released her hand and removed the weapon holstered within the band of his pants and his
