No one touches my blood. Fuck. Who the hell else have I pissed off?! I think back over the people I’ve taken out but there’s been too many to narrow it down at all. Fuck. Avery stops breathing next to me, her lungs just ceasing to work. I look down and my heart jumps into my throat as I stare down into the vacant, lifeless eyes of Joseph Beaumont Jr. Joey is dead. Fuck.
