Bree’s POV
One Hour Earlier
This is not just a s*x party, there are more deadly secrets that Ella can’t say, not even to me as a friend, and it makes it scarier.
“One. Little. Secret.” Ella whispers over my shoulder. “Once you get initiated into this secret society, you're dead.”
“Huh?” I gasp, distracting the guard who is checking the ID of the ladies in front. My eyes slip past the narrow entrance, wondering about the deadly secrets behind the bubbly walls.
“Because the dead can't see. Can't speak… Nor spill their dirty affairs.” She singsong, like in horror movies. “Three seconds, Bree, think.”
Why does she have to bring me to hell’s gate before sounding the warning?
“Next.” The guard’s attention is on us.
I don't move.
My head spins with the thoughts of the nasty things hidde
