Chapter 33 : Bathroom Floor

Cameron’s POV

“How long has he been like this?”

Eva only called me because Wes was still on probation.

Two more months and then he’d be good.

He’d be good.

He’d be—

Wes was foaming, white spittle bubbling from between clenched teeth as he seized on his side. His body was in a whole death rattle with these convulsions, and there was nothing I could do about it until I got my facts straight.

What did you do, Wes?

What did you fucking do?

“How am I supposed to know?”

I never understood what my cousin saw in Eva Delacroix. Looking at her now, blank white face devoid of any real emotion over the fact that her lover was dying, I wondered if she perhaps hadn’t put Wes under a spell like Fern said. Meiga, feiticeira, bruxa—witch.

I’d met her once when we were children before she became a semi-permanent fixture in our lives.