Ravyn sat on the edge of the bed long after the call ended, her phone still clutched in her hand, her fingers refusing to loosen its grip.
Marla’s voice lingered in her mind. It was mocking, and evil with intent. An intent to destroy her. It crawled under her skin, settled somewhere deep in her chest, right beside the ache that never fully went away anymore. Ravyn stared at the blank television screen without seeing it, replaying every word, every carefully chosen sentence.
You should be more careful in the woods.
Ravyn swallowed. She knew what Marla had been doing—circling, reveling, enjoying the slow burn of fear. And she hated herself a little for the spike of adrenaline that had followed. For the way part of her wanted to storm out of this house, find the she-devil and end her life.
