Raze tangled his hands in his hair, staring down at the floor. “I can’t fucking believe this.”
“No one from our world is dead—” I started, but was cut off by Wraith coming up the stairs.
“Where the fuck were you?” He spoke to Raze, falling into the couch as he did, kicking his legs up on the iron-and-glass table, pulling out a book. “You were supposed to relieve me of babysitting duty.”
“Sorry,” Raze said sarcastically. “My mind was busy exploding.”
Wraith glanced up from his book, something resemblingcuriosity in his emotionless eyes. For the next five minutes, Raze and Lock explained everything.
“That’s all?” Wraith made a face likewaste of fucking timeand went back to his book.
“You knew?” we all said in unison. Wraith gave us all a look like,What?
“It was obvious.” Wraith flipped a page in his book. “You’ve killed seven people by my estimation. I covered up your tracks when you got sloppy. But…she’s made you really sloppy, dude. So the rumors are there.”
Lock let out a short, incredulous laugh.
I rubbed my forehead.
“Incredibly obvious if you get off on stalking,” Raze said under his breath.
Wraith grinned, feral.
“I feel like I don’t know you anymore, man.” Raze worked his thumb into the space between his brows. “This thing only works if we’re all on the same page. We started this together. We’re boundtogether. It’s not about you. It’s never just been about you.”
Before guilt could settle like sludge, Lock continued where Raze left off.
“You kill someone, it’s not just you doing it. It’s all of us.” Lock threw out his arms, gesturing at everyone. “That was the fucking deal.”
“So what about the guy whose fingers you broke?” Wraith asked, still busy reading his book. “Was that all of us too?”
Lock looked caught.
“What?” Raze asked.
“When Lock was on babysitting duty,” Wraith continued, “he broke one of Gemma’s friend’s?—”
Lock interrupted. “Not afriend?—”
“Some guy she knows,” Wraith said, irritation battering his normally emotionless words. “Whoever the fuck he was, you broke his fingers.”
Silence settled.
Lock exhaled. “He was talking shit.”
“So?” I asked.
“So. Shit. I don’t know.” Lock rubbed the back of his neck.
“She’s like a fucking virus.” Raze dragged his hands through his black-and-white hair. “Who else is infected? You gonna tell me you bugged her room or something?” Raze directed the last question to Wraith.
“Yes.” Wraith flipped a page. “I keep track of liabilities.”
I thought back to her room, to the hundreds of times I’d cleaned it for bugs.
Of course I didn’t find one. It was fucking Wraith.
So Wraith knew, then.
