I still had no idea who she was or why she knew my name.
But she had tried to save me.
And Danny was beating her for it.
“Enough!” I screamed. “She’s down! What the f**k is wrong with you?”
He finally looked at me.
His breathing was heavy, claw marks bleeding along his neck, and there was nothing remotely human in his face anymore.
Mason looked worse.
Almost uncomfortable.
At least one of them still had a conscience somewhere under the stupidity.
“Danny,” he said. “Enough.”
The girl moved.
Barely. A weak shift of one shoulder against the floor, followed by a horrible little attempt to drag in a breath.
Danny saw it too.
And kicked her again.
Something came out of me that was somewhere between a gasp and a scream.
“Stop! What the f**k is wrong with you?”
He didn’t even look
