Someone in the back rows screamed.

My father closed his eyes, his jaw clenched so tightly I thought his teeth might shatter.

Vanessa Cross stood halfway up from her seat, frozen in an awkward crouch, her face completely drained of color.

Adrian lunged toward me, his hands outstretched like claws.

“She’s completely insane! She did this to herself! She’s lying!”

He didn’t make it two steps.

From the side aisles, two massive men in dark suits moved with terrifying speed, stepping squarely between Adrian and me.