-Blake West:
Oh my god.
Oh my god.
Oh my god, I killed him.
I killed Zade.
I stood frozen in my bedroom, clutching my head with shaking hands, my heart pounding against my ribs like it wanted to break free. The memory of Zade falling back, crumpling like a puppet with its strings cut, played on a loop in my mind.
Why did I throw the box?
WHY DID I THROW THE BOX?
"Oh my god, I killed him," I whispered again, feeling bile rise in my throat. I couldn't just stand here. I had to check on him.
I bolted. My bare feet slapped against the cold marble floor as I sprinted out of the room, heart hammering. My breath came out in ragged gasps, and tears blurred my vision again—not from sadness this time, but from full-blown panic.
As I stumbled through the corridor, desperate to find Zade, sharp and frantic voices suddenly exploded in the air.
"CHRIS! Open the door! I swear to God, if I find you with a man in there as the maid said, I will KILL you!"
Rina.
