Arielle's POV
I couldn't stop thinking about what Stella had said.
I think you need to go see Victor. Right now.
I sat on the edge of my bed staring at the wall.
Could she be thinking that I...I was turning into what Victor was?
Was that even possible? And if it were, how did I turn?
These were questions Victor could answer. He would know what was wrong with me.
I grabbed my jacket and headed downstairs.
I almost made it to the front door before Martha spotted me.
"Going somewhere, dear?"
Forcing a smile, I replied, "Just getting some air."
The old woman narrowed her eyes. Clearly she didn't believe me, but thankfully she didn't stop me.
A few minutes later I was in my car heading toward the police station.
The closer I got, the stranger I felt. My pulse kept speeding up. My
