Casey
Shit. s**t. s**t. s**t. s**t.
I ran back to my room as soon as the twins left, not knowing what to do next. They claimed to be friends of Annalise, though I had spent tons of time speaking with her and she never mentioned having twin friends, or any male friends for that matter. They were dressed in all black and had an old photo of Anna, one that made me question their friendship. If they were really friends, perhaps they wouldn't have such a worn-out, old-looking photo of their friend. Not only that, but they both had tan lines, which, last time I checked, never happened in Iceland. They didn't have an Icelandic accent either, all signs that perhaps they weren't friends but instead hired to finish Anna off.
Of course, I couldn't even warn her. She was locked up in King Maddox'
