Unlike Amely, Connor seemed healthy. He looked intact, there were no red stains on him, although his face was like that of a ghost and fear-stricken. The third man that was holding Bella was walking after them. Bella was the only one trying to fight her captor's hold on her. As fierce as ever. She never gave up.

Keith cackled and folded his arms.

“You think you can beat this? You stand a chance?”

Adam started reeling in anger, and Monica could see his teeth elongating in a vicious snarl. Her skin prickled, and she gulped. They were so screwed.

“You fucker,” he spat, and it took him a few...