One of the assassins, a tall man with black hair, was hunched over to the side. His body trapped Alyssa against the wall, even though her hands were desperately hitting his shoulders and trying to shove him off of her. His face was buried in the crook of her neck. My friends were watching it happen with wide eyes.
Mia stood next to the door, trying to cover it with her entire body. Catalina was the next line of defence and Zoey stood in front of her. Any argument they had right before was long forgotten. They weren’t thinking of differences between them, they were defending what united them. Maybe one day I could find myself taking pride in that, but now I could only see the three assassins trying to get into her room and end my daughter's life.
Aris touched my shoulder, and with much
