The name hits me like a punch to the gut. Luna. My brave, loyal Luna, who died trying to protect me. Who died because I was too stupid to see Andrew for what he really was.

“Luna is dead.” The words taste like ash in my mouth. “They killed her.”

“Is that so?”

There’s an amused tone in his voice, which makes no sense. How can he joke about this? How can he find anything funny about my cat being murdered?

Before I can ask what he means, his hand cups my jaw, gently but firmly, and tilts my face to the right. “Does that look dead to you?”

I...