ELLA

“You’re a psycho, you know that, right?” Lucian said, and I shrugged.

“I wouldn’t put it past me,” I replied, and he shook his head. I was feeling a lot better than when I first left the house and the bar. Finding Lyla and talking to them about what I had heard gave me some sort of clarity on what I wanted to do.

“Alright, we’re ready. Let’s go,” he called out a few minutes later and reached for the keys on the dresser.

Lyla picked up her bag, and I stood up from the bed. Together, we walked to the door in quick strides and studied the hallway...