Becca.
A whirlwind of emotions ran through me as chaos consumed James’s home. The wood shattering echoed around me in slow motion as glass broke and screaming consumed the home.
Men in black clothing came through every entryway, and it was obvious that they weren’t friendly by the way they pointed their guns at us.
I wasn’t sure what was going on, but as I gained focus, I realized I was in trouble.
Tally was screaming, yelling, fighting, and doing everything that she could. However, I was tossed aside quickly. My shoulder hit the counter before I slid to the floor, wincing in pain.
The voices that were speaking and shouting were in another language and my mind just couldn't wrap around what was going on.
