Chapter 94. Cross, Oh, Cross

I quickly shrug out of Zeath’s hold, and my brain wills to say something but my shuddering lips wouldn’t let the words out.

However, even my brain retrieves the words when Chelsea raises a shotgun to Zeath’s direction as a triumphant smirk plays on her face. What the fuck is she doing?

“C— Cross, I…” I try to say, but then I realize I can’t breathe anymore. My inhale of air seem to be hitching, my chest rising even as Zeath rubs my back.

Cross has a gun as well. Between he and Chelsea, I’m sure he took the first shot that brought Vietili down, as Chelsea isn’t such a pro to aim so neatly like that in such thick darkness.

“Chelsea, w… what are you doing?” I manage to ask.

The girl giggles. “It’s good you still know my face…” she twists her lips down as she utters the next word as if disgusting the formation of it alone… “Tara.” Then her face brightens again as she grins from ear to ear. “Remember Yesli?”

Yesli. Right.

The same girl w