Sarah's POV
I stared at the door, my vision blurred by hot, stinging tears. The heavy oak was the only thing standing between me and the monster I had spent a year trying to survive. The chair I’d wedged under the handle looked so small—so useless. My hands were clamped over my mouth, trying to stifle the sound of my own ragged breathing, but the silence of the room only made the noise outside louder.
How did he find us? The question circled my brain like a vulture, picking at the remains of my hope. We were supposed to be safe. Liam had promised. Wesley was supposed to be the wall Jason couldn't climb—a professional hired specifically to keep the devil at bay. But the yells and the rhythmic pop-pop-pop of gunfire echoing from the woods told me the wall hadn't just crumbled; it had been
