The people from the party.

I recognized them.

The identical twins and the man who had introduced himself as George, now surrounded us, their gazes locked on us with matching smirks. The kind a wolf wore just before tearing into its prey. Their eyes gleamed with sick delight.

I wasn’t overthinking it.

My instincts were right.

That stench of death, the kind that clung to those who had taken too many lives rolled off them in waves. I didn’t need to know who they were or what they had done.

But i knew, without a doubt, they were dangerous and somehow, they were here for me.

I stood still, gripping...