Chapter 21Tasha wasn’t the only casualty.
When they arrived at the great room, the children and teenagers huddling behind the overturned furniture exploded from their hiding places, throwing themselves at Dec with fists and fangs and sobs of anger. The smell of blood was thick, coating Maya’s throat as she hung back in the doorway, and her eyes scanned those bodies that hadn’t moved upon their arrival.
A dark-haired girl with her face sliced open, her cheekbone exposed in pale splinters. One of her arms lay cast off to the side, and the blood still trickled across the floor from the slab of wood that had been shoved through her chest, almost as wide as she was.
Another girl, crushed beneath one of the tables. She watched the scene with empty eyes, her neck at an odd angle from where it
