by Kaitlyn Hoyt
I AM SITTING IN THE attic, looking down at the yard, when a figure materializes in the corner of the room. Larkin. I briefly look at him, before turning my attention back to the window. It is partially cloudy, but I don’t know if it is because of me, or if it is supposed to be like that today.
“Ryanne, Dravin’s coming for you again. He doesn’t know where you are exactly, but he’ll find out soon enough. I’ve tried to divert his attention elsewhere, but I’m pretty sure he is suspicious,” he says.
“I know. It’s fine. Don’t let him suspect you. I don’t want you to get hurt because of me. Let him come. I’ll be ready.”
“He is going to try and rig the house to blow up. It won’t happen until after he is here though. He wants you out, and wants to see the destruction he’ll cause. So, you’ll have some time.”
