“Oh, my god.” The words come out as a whisper as all the warmth drains out of me, into the ground below. “Not quite,” Kayde responds, still with that half-apologetic smile. “And if you’re really good for me, sweetheart, I won’t make you meet him tonight.”
So is he just walking around with an axe? My first thought wouldn’t be OMG, I would think of he’s getting fire wood. And this is why I would not be a final girl.
