Chapter Fourteen
They screeched to a halt outside Erielle’s place. Sayen leapt from the car and bolted down the alley that led to Erielle’s door. She hammered on it and screamed. Carl was on her heels, carrying Makey in his arms. Jas had her hands pressed to Makey’s neck, but the blood wouldn’t stop steadily leaking out. His face was white. By the time Carl reached the door, it had been opened by one of Erielle’s guards. The man’s puzzled face changed to one of alarm when he saw the wounded kid.
“What is it?” Erielle asked, appearing at the bottom of the stairs. She gave a look of horror as she spotted Makey. “In here,” she said, opening a door. Carl carried him over and Jas followed, her hands still clasped to the kid’s neck.
Erielle spat, “I told you to take care of him.”
“And I didn
