CHAPTER 21: DELUSIONS OF THE DAMNED.

“Let go of me!” Candice snapped, her voice slicing through the thick air like a blade of glass. With a fierce tug, she ripped her arm free from Jamey's grip. He blinked in disbelief—not just at her strength, but at the unraveling authority he thought he had over all of them.

“Oh, so you motherfuckers think I did it? You think I killed her?!” Jamey bellowed, his voice cracking under the weight of hysteria. He let out a dry, bitter laugh, lips curling into a twisted grin as his fingers tightened around the handle of his pocket knife. “If she’s really after all of us, then maybe… maybe we all killed her.” He stepped forward, his pupils dilated, the knife trembling like a heartbeat in his hand. “Even though—”

CRACK!