Sorry, for posting this on Wednesday. Due to Easter being two days, this week is messed up and I thought yesterday was Monday.
This week I got a super creepy and suspenseful book for you, a book I would recommend even with all the unnecessary drama filling the pages.
Callie Vasquez wasn’t ready to die. Not here. Not now. Not like this. Not standing in the middle of the pitch-black forest clutching a roll of toilet paper. No. That just seemed wrong. She was only sixteen.
But it was going to happen. Especially if that thing -that snorting, breathing, hulking thing- managed to pick up her scent.