Chapter 17. Let's Play A Game

Lola stared at her best friend, the one person in the world she cared about. She wanted to tell her everything, but how could she explain something that didn’t make any sense?

“Lola?” Melissa’s voice rang out softly, and her eyes pleaded for an explanation.

“I—”

“It’s our fault, really,” Ash said, getting in front of Lola. “The bodies outside, the wrecked apartment, the door — Well, that’s more my fault,” he joked, but no one was laughing.

“The bodies are your fault?” Melissa’s eyes flickered between Ash and Lola as she took a small step back out into the stairwell.

“They are, but the good thing is that you won’t tell anyone.” Ash grinned. Melissa gasped when Ash was in front of her just as she blinked.

He cupped her cheek and leaned her head back. “I’m not?” she whispered.

Ash flicked his tongue and shook his head. “No, you’re not because you wouldn’t want your mom to meet the same faith, would you now?” Melissa shook her head. Her eyes widened and glistened in fear.

“Ash!” Lola scol