Only the dead have seen the end of war.
~George Santayana~
Lia
"Everybody get in the car. Now." The voices were filled with panic, and dread as we all scrambled to get into our respective cars, the sound of c*****g guns felt as loud as the beating of my heart.
"Oh, my God! You're bleeding!" I whispered. You're bleeding!" I said again, this time yelling, forgetting my g*n and looking at Luc's forearm. But even while he was shot, his right hand was at the steering wheel reversing our car.
"No time to worry about that right now, sit down, and belt up!" it was the first time I ever heard Luc sound like that —a mixture of terror, anger, vindictiveness—his usually handsome face marred with a look as vicious as what I imagined the devil might wear on every occasion.
There is something to
Aksara