SAMANTHA CARTER
A dead girl in his…
The spoon continued moving until it stopped directly in front of me, and I stared at it with wide eyes as a horrible realization began forming inside my mind.
Darius raised his eyebrows as he looked from the spoon to me. "You did that," he said, pointing at it with an expression that was far too fascinated for my comfort.
"I didn't," I replied quickly, shaking my head as my heart began pounding.
"You did," he insisted, and his grin slowly widened.
"I didn't!" I repeated, louder this time, and the moment my voice echoed through the dining room, the glass beside my hand cracked.
A sharp sound cut through the room.
I jumped and pulled my hand away as a thin line appeared across the glass, followed by another. Within seconds, the glass shattered com
