“The guys from the board are at a smaller bonfire near the tree line. They’re laughing. Talking shit. Enjoying the fact that they’ve tried to play with my life. Yelling. Loud shouts. It’s near me, but the chaos controlling me… — Katie McGarry Copy Share Image
“Calm down,” comes a voice, and it’s not Razor’s. I rip my focus away from the water and there’s a man [Pigpen] with blond hair and a cut like Razor’s slowly approaching the bridge. His hands are up—a sign of… — Katie McGarry Copy Share Image