"I don't know!" Dylan wailed, tears streaming down his face as he looked around wildly. "Everything's spinning! The walls are melting! Lily! Where's Lily? She said she loved me! She said she'd protect me!"
He started giggling again, a horrifying, broken sound. He stumbled around the table, knocking over his wine glass—the one meant for Zayn—sending the crimson liquid spilling across the crisp white tablecloth.
"This is all your fault, Zayn!" Dylan screamed, his eyes locking onto Zayn with a mad, accusing glare. He pointed a trembling finger. "You're a ghost! You died! You're supposed to be dead!"
Arthur, his face a mask of utter bewilderment and fury, looked from his hysterical son to his pale, silent wife, and then finally to Zayn, who sat there calmly, observing the chaos with an almo
