He looked up at Ann. Blood dripped from a slash across his throat. Using a fireman's hold, Jasha picked up the body. As he headed into the darkness, he called, "Dawn's coming. Walk downhill. I'll find you."Whatever that meant.Ann looked around. She stood on the roof of the world, with nothing around her except giant boulders and the black night sky filled with blisters of stars. The breeze blew, so fresh and thin the air barely filled her lungs. No bird, no wild animal, stirred. No pale ghosts drifted on the wind. She was alone as she had never been in her life.She brought the bad people. She always brought the bad people.Maybe so/ but Jasha killed them. With Jasha, she was safe, and all of her prayers had been answered.The life she'd known in California seemed long ago and far away. Everything up here was too big. Life-shattering. She could almost see the shards of her former life scattered around her. With Jasha holding the brush, the colors of her dreams had changed from pastels to bolds.What was she going to do?She couldn't run away.
