Clinical psychopaths.
Ripley shuddered at the thought, and as the elements assembled in her mind, there was no doubt that something was amiss in all this.
She called Ella back immediately.
No answer. She tried again. Same result.
Without hesitation, Ripley jumped off her bed, grabbed her clothes. It felt like the stitches in her shoulder were about to burst again but she didn’t have time to care. She threw her clothes on, grabbed her keys, and rushed out of her room.
No guard. He’d been drafted into the warzone too.
That just confirmed what she believed.
Ella was walking into a trap.