Chapter 27

Freya Rose

“Freya, did you hear me?”

Tristan ran over to me and took both of my hands into his. I immediately tensed up and stared down at his blood-soaked fingers. My eyes widened because my hand was now smeared with my own mother's blood.

“Crap!” Tristan said while pulling his hand away before trying to apologize, “I didn't...” He began to say, but panic swept over me and I knew I had to find my mom.

“Mom!”

I turned on my heels and sprinted for the stairs.

“She's not here, Freya!” Tristan shouted after me.

I stopped dead in my tracks and turned to look at Tristan with confusion and snapped,

“What do you mean she's not here?”

I didn't mean to yell at him, but I was just so scared that something terrible had happened to my mom. Before he had a chance to reply, I snapped at him again,

“How the hell do you know that she's not here?”

He closed his eyes and sniffed the air.

“I can't smell her anywhere in the house.