“Shit.” I hear Dax cursing under his breath before we even turn our heads up. The door is pulled open from the inside. Dax’s living room com...

  I stare at the bloody mess before me. It is not dead, so no worries. I light a cigarette with bloody hands, painting the white stick red. ...

  I have not talked to Dax after that classroom incident. It is not like I am still mad at him. It has just left my mind that I should conta...