It was the bloodiest nightmare I’d had to date. I was propped against the brick wall of a building in a dark alley, trying to breathe through the pain wracking my entire body. Adam strode toward me, wearing a smirk and holding a heart in his right hand. Blood seeped between his fingers, dripping to the ground, leaving a sickening trail as he neared. Was he going to rip my heart out with his bare hand next?
My heart galloped at an unhealthy pace. I swore it would jump through my rib cage. Adam bent down, his grin turning sinister as he held out the bloody organ in offering. Gasping, my eyes flew open.
“Aah!” I clutched my left leg as pain sliced through it.
“Hey, stay still. The wound is still bleeding.”
Blinking rapidly and fighting nausea, I turned to find the owner of the voice.
I gasped. It was Adam, the heart ripper. I crawled back, trying to get away from him, and realized I was on a bed. I almost fell over the edge, but he reached me in time to grab my arms, keeping me upright. “Get away from me.”
He frowned. “Seriously? I just saved your ass and stitched you up.”
I surveyed the room. There was only a bed and a chair. The concrete floor wasn’t very clean, and it was chilly. “Where am I?”