I threw my clothes into the small bag with shaking hands. Everything I owned fit into one worn duffle—that's how pathetic my life was. A few shirts, some jeans, underwear. Nothing else mattered.
I had to get out. Now. Before they changed their minds and decided I was guilty after all.
My hands wouldn't stop shaking. I could still feel Caspian's fingers around my throat, crushing my windpipe. Still see the murder in their eyes. Still feel Marcus's blood drying on my skin.
I needed to wash it off. Needed to run. Needed to disappear.
The door opened behind me.
"Going somewhere?"
Jeremy's voice made me freeze. Slowly, I turned around.
He stood in the doorway, blocking my only exit. His face was unreadable, those dark eyes watching me carefully.
"Move," I said, my voice coming out harde
