I heard Elias come into the house, and I quickly covered the wound with a thick bandage before pulling my shirt back down.
I didn’t want him to notice it—he’d start asking too many questions I had no answers for.
This was just one more mystery in a growing pile of unknowns that seemed to get bigger every day.
I walked back into the living room where Elias was already standing with Eris and Hailey.
Something was clearly up, but none of them were saying a word.
I looked at the three of them curiously, just as a strange voice echoed in my mind.
It wasn’t Noir’s. It was someone else.
I’m really sorry for everything I did. Please don’t kill me?
“What are you sorry for, Hailey? And why would you think Elias is going to kill you?” I asked her directly.
All of them turned to stare at me,
