Mikhail
I couldn't sleep after the detective's call about Sheila. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw her nervous face as she'd stood at our door, begging me to spare her life. She'd been terrified of something… or someone. And now she was dead, brutally murdered hours after visiting our room.
The timeline didn't make sense. According to Anastasia, she'd sent Sheila away yesterday morning. But Sheila had come to our house last night, and then was found dead around midnight. Which meant Anastasia had lied to me.
My aunt, who I'd trusted with my life, who had raised me after our parents died, had looked me in the eyes and lied.
At dawn, I slipped out of bed carefully, not wanting to wake Liliana. I needed answers, and I needed them before I involved her in whatever nightmare we'd stumbled
