CHAPTER 17
KENNEDY FORCED A DEEP breath into her lungs even though her diaphragm threatened to spasm. Her head felt light. Whatever energy she still had left seeped out of her body and dissipated into the air.
Ignoring the spinning in the center of her brain, Kennedy balled her hands into fists and glowered at Vinny. “What did you do?” She recognized a hint of hysteria sneaking into her tone but couldn’t control it.
Vinny was still frozen, his angry scowl cemented in place. Kennedy couldn’t stomach the sight of him, but she met his glare with open hostility. That was another difference between her and the Secret Seminary students. Hannah and the others might be able to love their enemies. But if she ever broke free, Kennedy wouldn’t sleep until Vinny was either dead or rotting away in a
