Sean Platt Quote
Open. The two other men ran out, the blond’s hair in corkscrews. He looked lost, baffled by the wreck at the bottom of the incline. But the other —the one with the buzz cut —didn’t look lost at all. He looked like he knew exactly what was happening, angry as a kicked nest of wasps. His head ticked toward Lila. She slunk back, hopefully out of sight. She had no idea if he’d seen her, and couldn’t peek to check. Lila was blind. And he might be coming after her. She had to stay frozen, waiting to be taken like prey.
Sean Platt
Open. The two other men ran out, the blond’s hair in corkscrews. He looked lost, baffled by the wreck at the bottom of the incline. But the other —the one with the buzz cut —didn’t look lost at all. He looked like he knew exactly what was happening, angry as a kicked nest of wasps. His head ticked toward Lila. She slunk back, hopefully out of sight. She had no idea if he’d seen her, and couldn’t peek to check. Lila was blind. And he might be coming after her. She had to stay frozen, waiting to be taken like prey.