Skye-
The door clicked shut, leaving me alone in the room. I sat up fully now, my eyes drifting to the table where a few sharp objects—knives, blades, whatever they were—lay spread out like a grotesque display. The tools they wanted me to use to kill Cassie.
How exciting.
I reached out and picked one up, the cold metal sending a shiver through me. It felt wrong in my hand; the weight of it was too real, too final.
Is this what they used on my sister?
The thought hit me hard, my grip tightening around the blade as I pictured Lily and Jaxon standing over her, just like they had stood over me. Their hands stained with blood—my sister’s blood.
"Think about it, Skye... you have nothing to lose if you kill that bitch." The thought snuck into my mind, bitter and venomous. "After all, she’ll
