“You said you’d help me with Hazel, did you not?”
Everything inside, my will, my hope, sunk at his words, recalling mine to trap him in my arms that night. “Maybe I can help. Help you with Hazel.”
“Help me help Hazel, Lilah. Together, as you wanted.”
Ezra stepped back towards the stairs, turning on the dim light that only focused on a small space within the basement. Particularly, the bloodstained circle by the beam in the center. He didn’t correct himself, only watched us from a distance. Everything about him reeked of madness, madness I’d stayed ignorant of until it was unavoidable to detect.
I turned to Hazel, feeling the last piece of me crumbling. Hazel inched back from me, eyes filled with horror. “Is this some...sick joke, Lilah?” she shuddered, making Ezra’s smile pull furth
