Bloody Getaway

Cora.

The man’s piercing scream filled the room. He clutched his leg tightly, eyes widened in horror as his blood formed a pool around him. As I tried to rush towards him, Enzo clamped his fingers around my wrist, holding on tight.

“Don’t move, Cora.”

“This is supposed to be a vacation, Enzo. Not a killing spree!” I exclaimed. Why was he so quick to bring out his gun in the place we were supposed