Chapter 26. Blood in The Halls

Myla jerked backward when the pantry door splintered inward with a deafening crack, heart slamming into her throat.

Her breath came fast and shallow. The door shuddered under another blow.

Her eyes darted around the narrow space. There were flour bags, jars of pasta sauce, and crates of bottled water. Then she jolted when her eyes caught a pair of scissors. A small pair, meant for cutting open packaging.

She snatched it up, hand trembling.

The door slammed inward, wood splintering inwards this time. She jumped back, pressing herself against the shelves.

A man stepped through the jagged frame. His face was shadowed by the dim kitchen light behind him, his shoulders broad enough to block half the doorway.

“I’m here for you, Rosie,” a man’s voice said, low and strange, as