Chapter 198

"Move out of the bloody way, Megan." Charlie, the stocky, shaven-headed one from Edward's crew, stood in front of me, brandishing his blade as if it were my flesh he wanted to slice open and not the Feeder's, who sat bound in the room behind me. I took a step closer, feeling the deadly point of the knife push against my chest. From nearby, Harper hissed a warning, although right then I had no idea if that warning was directed at Charlie or directed at me. Bringing the girl back here had been a risky move. Fenton had wanted to put a bullet in her head right then and there, but despite her attack upon me, I just couldn't let him do it. Standing near the car and watching in horror at her frenzied, maniacal efforts to reach me, I saw something in the girl's eyes that drew me in. There was something beyond the hunger. Something beyond the thirst. I saw a sadness there, a deep aching sadness that reminded me of a girl I once knew, left to fend for herself in a world where everyone had forgot