And now they wanted Sage. She stared at the picture they were holding and cold chills ran down her spine
“Why are you showing me her picture?” Harper demanded, looking from the paper to the bearded man. “What does Sage have to do with any of this?”
The man leaned against the table, his expression hardening. “You know her.”
“Of course I know her. She's my best friend.”
“Then you will help us.”
Harper stared at him, certain she had misunderstood. “Help you do what?”
“Kill one of them, we heard that this girl might be their weakness.”
The room fell silent.
Harper's mouth opened, but for several seconds, no sound came out. She looked at Sage's name again, hoping that if she stared long enough, the letters would rearrange themselves into something less horrifying.
“You're f*****g ins
