“We have to think of something, we have too,” Annabelle muttered. “Devon cannot know yet, he’ll kill us all if he does.”
Chris was shaking so bad that his muscles throbbed and his teeth chattered together. He managed to get his hands braced against the floor, even though his arms shook so intensely that he almost fell over again. He even managed to raise his head an inch off the ground as he struggled to regain control of himself.
“We have to get back out there, we can’t leave them alone,” Annabelle continued. “We’ll figure it out later, somehow.”
Gathering his strength, Chris finally managed to get a breath into his tortured lungs, was finally able to get words past his constricted throat and clenched teeth. “He already knows.”
A sad look of resignation settled over Julian’s face. “No.” Annabelle’s gaze darted to the covered window. “Oh yes, I would know also,” she breathed.
Chris bent over again, his forehead touched the ground. A bellow rent the night with enough force that it rattled the windows within their panes. Chris couldn’t breathe anymore; he could barely think straight, there was nothing left to him as the force of Devon’s rage and grief shattered him. Julian cursed loudly as he stormed across the store. With a quick flick of his wrist he ripped one of the boards from a window.
“He’s going to kill them all. Including us,” Julian muttered.
“Liam.” Annabelle hurried to Julian’s side; she was shaking as she pulled the curtain back. “What do we do?”
Chris couldn’t see out the window, he couldn’t even get his head off the floor to look at them. “My God!” Annabelle gasped. Whatever she saw caused her voice to shake as she took a small step back from the window.
“There is no God here,” Julian remarked coldly, his voice still hoarse with unshed tears. “If there was…” his voice trailed off as his eyes briefly settled on Cassie’s lifeless body.