NEXT MORNING

It had been two days since Stacy's death, and just one since Fred revealed the chilling truth about Dean.

Bethany couldn’t get it out of her mind.

She had been trying to avoid Dean, using work as a convenient excuse, but he kept pushing—after all, she had agreed to be his girlfriend. And now, there was no escaping him.

She pulled on a black gown, layered a coat to ward off the cold, and left for work, her mind swirling with thoughts she couldn’t silence.

As she neared the Swiss Hotel, a familiar car pulled up beside her.

Dean. He stepped out, a devilish grin already spreading across...