When Ethan rushed home like a man possessed, the front door of the villa was wide open. Marry was nowhere to be seen-most likely had already run off, scared stiff by the thought of getting caught in something deadly.
The room was icy cold, enough to make anyone shiver. Scarlett lay face-down on the floor, completely still-like she wasn't even breathing.
Ethan's mind went blank. His body froze as he staggered toward her, like his brain refused to accept what he was seeing.
His voice cracked, "Scarlett, get up!"
"Don't fake it! Someone like you-so full of sins-how could you just die?"
"I'm serious, stop pretending. I'm not falling for it. Even if you're really dead, I wouldn't feel sorry for you."
"You dying... you totally had it coming!"
"Get up... Please, just get up
