Chapter Forty Six

Ayva’s POV

My heart pounded in my chest as I cautiously approached the edge of the rooftop. With trembling hands, I gripped the railing tightly, my knuckles turning white with fear. I peered over the edge, my eyes scanning the scene below, desperately searching for any signs of life.

But my worst fears were realized. Clarkson's body lay motionless on the ground, his limbs twisted at unnatural angles, and a pool of blood spreading beneath him. The sight was horrifying, and a wave of nausea washed over me, my stomach churning with disbelief and horror.

"No," I whispered, my voice barely audible over the pounding in my ears. "This can't be happening."

Tears welled up in my eyes as I struggled to comprehend the magnitude of the tragedy before me. My mind was in a state of shock, unable to process the reality of what had just occurred.

For a moment, I stood frozen, unable to tear my gaze away from the gruesome scene below.

Then, Jake's words cut through the silence, sending a shiver down m