I try to open my mouth to call out. My lips don’t respond. My breathing becomes faster, and I make a move to exit my spotlight. Then I hear hissing,...like water being thrown on a campfire.‘Don’t Move,’ the voice says. My body becomes still. I struggle to lift even an arm, but I can’t seem to concentrate on the thought long enough to make it happen. My mind swirls with panic and questions. Where am I? Why can’t I move? Or speak? I envision all kinds of bloody scenarios involving serial killers. .I'm giving it up..............giving it all up? Yeah, all of it. John didn't really regret what had happened, honestly. But he was glad to be done with it all the same. Standing at the altar with the reverend, John was waiting. I had something so many others would want. Something I wanted...... He didn't know why he enjoyed what he had done so much, but he did. He didn't know why he was getting away from all of it with such excitement, but he sure was. The music changed. The doors opened.. She dresses real comfy, no tight jeans like Weena. I'll just have to bide my time. Like feeding that bull. Then a guy came ridin' in and all hell broke loose. Something about water. Anyhow, Maddy was up and givin' orders so I just walked a bit and drained the lizard. Then I had a cup of tea and a chunk of cake and we were packin' and saddling up. Maddy said I should mind the bulls, so I moseyed over to their fake corral. The lead bull came over. He knew somethin' was up. I just scratched the. Going somewhere?”I sucked in a deep breath, my heart racing from dragging Sven back to the fire where the others lay trembling and quivering, the poison raging through their bodies. My entire body trembled, fear clawing through my guts. They couldn’t die.My family couldn’t die.“We’ll keep them ... alive, Your Highness,” croaked Nathalie, the only one still conscious, her face wan, and her body wrapped up in a blanket.“But where are you going?” Greta asked.“Az.” I drew in a deep breath and laid.