The deputy’s notebook snapped shut, and just like that, my statement was over. Words given, questions answered. A homicide, they called it. Their pens scratched, their radios buzzed, and all I could think of was Rachel’s pale skin. The blood. The marks.
“Hey.”
I blinked and found Tyler standing there, his brow furrowed, concern etched into every line of his face. “What’s wrong? What’s nagging at you?”
I forced a shrug, hugging myself to keep from splintering. “Nothing. I’m fine.”
But inside, it gnawed. The veil hadn’t sealed. The door hadn’t held. Light poured through where it shouldn’t, and I couldn’t stop thinking: Rachel was dead because of me.
Out of the corner of my eye, I caught sight of Alaric finishing his own questioning, standing cocky even as the deputy scribbled notes. Of
