"Where are you going?"
Fiona balked at Sandro's question and at her body's movements, which she hadn't even been aware of. She had thought of escaping, and her body had unconsciously turned toward the exit door.
Reflexes. She cursed her fate mentally when all eyes turned to her.
Ewan, for one, looked amused.
"Fiona, you wanted to leave without saying goodbye?" He asked, stepping closer to her.
Fiona shivered and withdrew instantly, thinking for the first time that Ewan was actually a psycho, with that maniac smile on his lips and the joy he seemed to experience seeing her this miserable.
She was bleeding from her knees, and he was feeling exhilarated. If that didn't scream psychotic, she didn't know what else did.
He had told her they were coming to a psychiatric clinic, and in a way, that was true: the owner, all of them, were psychotic!
