CHAPTER NINETEEN
I stare at him, my heart rate doubling.
“It’s a delicate situation,” he continues. “The woman hates dreamwalkers with a passion.”
I blink at him, even more confused.
“Just go inside,” he snaps. “Go, or I’ll make you.”
With Pom turning pitch black on my wrist, I enter the cursed room and freeze, unable to believe what I’m seeing.
It’s Gertrude.
She’s lying on Kain’s bed, staring emptily at the ceiling.
“She’s my primary suspect,” Kain says as though she’s not there. “She envied Tatum and Ryan’s marriage—don’t ask me why—and she fiercely and openly despised Gemma. You already know how she feels about dreamwalkers.”
“But no one died by rotting to death,” I say.
“Of course not. She’s not stupid enough to kill that way—she’d be the only suspect.”
I peer at her unmovi
