“I saw you running—” he starts as I scramble away and find my feet. It’s like, way early in the morning, and Spencer is out here smoking? It doesn’t make sense. Add in the black hoodie, and Church with the knife, and … “What the fuck is that?!” He chokes out, pointing behind me in the direction of the shrine. “I …” There’s not enough time for me to get a single sentence out before two of the killers come crashing through the bushes. Two killers … and Spencer Hargrove in a hoodie, awake at an hour he never is. No. No. This is my forever crew; these are my friends.
