CHAPTER 57: DOMINIC'S NOT IN THE ROOM
"Shut the door, Ariana. Just shut it. Sit down," I said, my hands shaking so much that the car keys were hitting the steering wheel.
"She's dead, Aria. They killed her, and you're telling me to sit down?" Ariana screamed, her voice cracking as she hit the passenger-side window with her fist.
The glass rattled, reminding us how close the Syndicate came to killing us both. Ariana's eyes were red, her hair a mess from running through the grass.
"She's dead!" Ariana shouted again, running her hands through her hair. "Granny is dead. We left her there."
"I know she's dead. Do you think I'm blind?" I snapped, feeling grief in my throat.
My voice broke on the word.
I put the key in the ignition. The engine started with a loud noise.
"But if we stay here crying over Patricia, we're next," I said harshly. "Move your feet."
Ariana stared at me, tears in her eyes.
"You don't even sound sad," she said bitterly.
My jaw got tight.
