The color drained from Andrew's face the instant the words left my mouth.
"You— what are you talking about?!"
His voice shook. "Elena is barely hanging on. What do you mean, come back from the dead?"
Just then, the village medic came running over, drenched in sweat.
"It's too late! It's too late!"
"Chester's gone! No pulse, no breath. He's dead!"
"Elena still has a faint heartbeat, but her pulse is barely there. She won't last much longer. We need to get her to the hospital in town, now!"
The courtyard erupted into chaos.
"Murderer! She needs to pay!"
"Grab her! Don't let her get away!"
Several villagers surged forward with rope in their hands.
Old Mr. Finch raised his cane and swung it straight at my head. "I'll kill you myself, you vicious woman! You owe my son his life!"
Andrew didn't stop him this time.
He stood off to the side, watching me with cold, calculating eyes, as if waiting for me to break down and beg.
I sidestepped the cane.
And then—
"Police! The police are here!"
Someone shouted from the edge of the crowd.
Several officers pushed through the throng and into the courtyard.