I turned around.
Sebastian lay sprawled exactly where I had been standing just moments ago. A car had run him over, crushing him beneath its weight. His body was twisted unnaturally, blood pooling around him.
And behind the wheel sat Isabella.
She had been trying to kill me.
A scream tore from my throat. "Somebody help! There's been an attempted murder!"
Panicked, I grabbed my phone, frantically dialing every number I could—911, the hospital, anyone who could send help.
Isabella seemed to realize she had messed up. Desperately, she tried to restart the car, intent on ramming into me again.
But the vehicle was stuck. She couldn't move it forward or backward. All she succeeded in doing was grinding the car against Sebastian’s body over and over again.
The sight was horrifying. I sque
