“She’s killed herself, Fender. She’s dead. Dead. Dead. And soon everyone’s going to find out. What do you think my dad will do when he sees this room? I might as well announce the news to everyone right now.” Kate cups her hands around her mouth and starts shouting. “We’re the ones who killed Is—”

“No!” With a shout, I push Kate down onto the bed and clamp my hand over her mouth. Within two seconds, I am sitting on top of her, pushing her arms down into the mattress with my knees.

“You need to shut your mouth,” I growl.

The fury in Kate’s eyes gives way to astonishment. The way she’s looking at me…

That’s how she looked too.

That night.

Staring up at the stars above.

There was blood. Blood everywhere.

Sticking to my hands, my face, my hair.

In the shower that night, the water turned pink.

It trickled between my toes and down the drain. I was literally washing her away.

“Fender!”

Lucas’s voice brings me back to my senses. Beneath me, I see Kate staring at me with wide eyes.

“Get a grip, you idiot!” Lucas shoves me off Kate. I fall off the bed and hit my head on the wall.

I watch Lucas put his arm around Kate and help her up. She’s not screaming now, just crying, without making any sound.

Her black hair is messed up, and there’s a cut on her cheek where I scratched her.

“You can’t do this,” Lucas says, glaring at me. “I get that you’re not yourself, but we’re all in shock!”

First I attacked Linnea, and now Kate. What am I doing?

“Who delivered the room service?” asks Lucas.

I rub the back of my head. “I don’t know. I think it was a man. I only heard his voice.”

But was it a man? The voice was so muffled that it could just as easily have been a woman. And I certainly can’t guess how old they were.

“You don’t know?”

I shake my head.

“Linnea…”

Lucas and I both look up at the same time.

Kate’s eyes are huge. “Linnea doesn’t know about any of this.”

Lucas curses. “We’re not going to involve her. She has nothing to do with this.”

“How do you intend to keep this hidden?” I say, pointing at the walls. The words seem to be turning blacker and blacker.

“We have to clean it,” says Lucas. “We need a bucket of soapy water and a bunch of scouring pads. The housekeepers here have all the stuff we’ll need.”

“It’ll be one big disaster area…”

“Do you have a better idea?” Lucas snarls at me.

I shake my head. He’s right. We have to try something.