Michael Reese.
“Mom, I don’t think. . .”
The woman gave Jonathan a side glare, beaming at me still as she said. “You can take it. It’s yours, dear.”
I could hear my thudding heart howling in my ears. I felt as if the air around me got sucked out, leaving me suffocating the more I stared at it. I could feel the sweat that coated my forehead and drenched my shirt from the back. I was scared. . . terrified even.
I wasn’t sure if the idea of not feeling a thing when I’d touch it was what scared me, or if it was the memory of that fateful day when Hayden aimed to kill me with it that did.
I just didn’t want to touch it.
I flinched back when I felt a cold hand on my shoulder, and it pained me to see the grim expression Hayden has sported as he reached for me. I didn’t want to get reminded
