We push away from each other, and I know he’s about to hit me. Send me flying to the ground, half-unconscious, and God help me then.Run,I tell myself.
But I don’t have a chance.
Something fast and dark sweeps in between us, and the next thing I know, blood is spurting from Drew’s neck. His eyes go wild, and he reaches for me as he holds his wound with the other hand, blood spilling over his fingers.
My mouth sits open, short, shallow gasps coming in as I watch the scene in front of me unfold.
Lucas’s enemy—the cause of his pain and separation from everyone he loves—plummets to the wet grass, and I jump back.
What the hell? A pool of red spills out around him.
I can’t move for a second. What…what…
What do I do?
What happened? I—
But the figure still stands to my left, watching Drew fade along with me, and I don’t know if I’m safe.
Wet hair spills out of her sweatshirt hood, the rest of the woman clad in jeans and sneakers.
Her eyes lift to me, but only for a second.
My chest caves. The eyes…
And as fast as an apparition, she’s gone. Running off the porch, past my car and Drew’s, and disappearing into the woods.
Horns honk and new headlights speed up on me from beyond the trees, but still, I watch the forest and the black void where she vanished. “Winslet?”
The nerves under my skin fire like little embers.
Lowering my eyes, I see Drew Reeves’s hand laying lax against his neck, blood staining his fingers and eyes gazing up at nothing with his mouth hanging open.
“Quinn!” someone shouts.
My stomach churns, the walls closing in…
They shake me. “Quinn!”
I snap my head up, meeting Dylan’s eyes.
“Are you okay?” she asks, then drops her gaze, seeing Reeves. “Oh my God.”
I stare down at him again.
She had been so fast.Winslet.No hesitation.
“Quinn?” Dylan shouts. “Are you hurt at all?”
I can’t take my eyes off the body. What would’ve happened if Winslet hadn’t showed up? Dylan and the boys would’ve come along quickly enough. Farrow rightly suspected that we tracked each other’s phones and called her. Reeves might’ve killed me instantly. Or shoved me in the car and drove away to who-knows-where. He could’ve hurt one of them if Winslet wasn’t here.
I breathe hard. “I didn’t…”
Hunter runs up to us, gaping at the body at our feet. “Holy shit, Quinn.”
I don’t blink. “It wasn’t me.”
It was her.
