CHAPTER FOURTEEN
“WHAT DO YOU MEAN, BELLA?” Brita stepped closer. “Why do you think he’s after you?”
She shook her head, her eyes wide with horror. “And in her voice he’ll tell...that’s me...the dead speak through me.”
Everyone in the room stared at her, shocked. Bella wasn’t sure if it was the voice of the dead part or the part where the killer was after her. It didn’t matter. Either way, she’d become the odd woman in the room again.
She captured Brita’s gaze with her own. “That’s Molly’s nail. I’m sure of it. She showed them to me the other day, after she’d done them.” Suddenly feeling as if she’d fall down if she didn’t sit, she lowered herself to the edge of Brita’s bed. “The killer must have her.”
Edric reached down and grabbed one of her hands, rubbing it between his hands. His
