Bria watched in horror as the water turned red. Her lips trembled. "N-No… no…"
She turned and ran—heels clicking wildly against the wood.
Lilith stood at the edge, not even out of breath, watching the water boil as the man disappeared under the surface.
Then her gaze turned.
Bria had reached the gravel path leading back to the cliffside, where her car was parked in a hidden, isolated corner. The driver was already gone. Only her shiny black car sat waiting.
She was panicking now, her fur coat dragging in the dirt, her lipstick smudged, and eyes wild with fear.
Lilith ran after her, her pace steady and silent.
"MISS LILITH! TAKE THIS!" Sir Sparkleton shouted from the car.
Lilith didn't stop. She caught the small bag mid-air.
Inside was a bottle of gasoline, a matchbox… and a fire extinguisher.
The wind began to shift.
Grandma Bria finally reached her car. Her hands shook as she opened the door and threw herself inside. She locked it instantly and fumbled for the keys—
