Book Two - Ch.# 49

“Clarissa!” I screamed, pushing past Zac to run inside.

He was still too confused to move, struggling to understand the situation. Only, I did know the situation. I knew that something had to be so very wrong.

“Clarissa!” I yelled again, scanning through the rooms.

And, finally, her voice called back.

“Rae!” she cried.

The kitchen.

I bolted to her location and found Clarissa on the ground, shaking as she stared up at a man holding a knife.

…A man I knew as Noah Kennedy.

“Who is that!” she screamed. “How did he get in here? H-he shouldn’t be here. He could have killed me!”

Noah simply appeared stunned by the whole situation and slowly looked down at the knife in his hand. A kitchen knife that he was using to cut an apple.

“This is wrong,” she whispered to herself. “No one is ever at Zac’s house. How is there someone here? It’s supposed to be completely private.”

“Woah, calm down,” I said. “Nothing is going on. You’re fine. This is Noah.”

The way she had moved around in Zac’s house, it