I nod.
I watch him leave.
I exhale loudly.
Do I turn my husband in?
Irvin
Lilac took forever to get the popcorn. She sits next to me, placing the bowl on the table. Her shoulders are stiff, and she’s still like a statue. Something’s wrong. When I walked into the bedroom earlier, she looked spooked—terrified. I knew pretending to drown would push her, but I had no idea how much it fucked with her. I just wanted to see if she would admit she’s in love with me. The way she kept trying to push me, to study me. I knew what she was doing the entire time.
“You ready to watch the show, my love?” I ask.
Her eyes are unfocused, stuck in a daze. She turns to me. Her face is pale, like she’s seen a ghost, and her hands shake. I slide my fingers between hers. Her eyes widen in horror, but she squeezes my fingers tight.
Her gaze meets mine. She blinks—once. Twice. I stroke her chin, but she moves away.
Tears leak down her face. She sobs uncontrollably.
“What’s wrong, my love?” I whisper.
She looks up at me, studying my face, but she doesn’t speak.
“Are you okay? I’m worried.”
She pulls away.
“You smell like iron.”
“Iron?”
Her phone pings. She looks down, reads the message, then glances back at me.
“You did it,” she snaps.
I cock an eyebrow. “Did what?”
She disappears from the bedroom, and I’m on her heels. She opens the closet door—the room is trashed. Broken glass and clothes litter the floor. She’s had a meltdown.
“Why would—” I start.
She slowly opens the box in her hand. I glance down at the IDs. Confusion hits, then realization crashes over me. She’s holding the victims’ IDs—every student who died on campus. I grab the IDs from her. There’s no way she’s the killer.
“H-how did you get these?” I ask. “We need to get rid of them. If anyone finds them, they’ll pin the murders on you.”
I’ll protect her from the American Billionaire Club. I’ll fight them with my last breath.
“You didn’t tell anyone you have these, right?”
She watches me like a hawk.
“From your dresser,” she says. “At the bottom. Are you still doing this shit, Irvin?”
“Doing what?” I ask.
“You killed those innocent people. You told me you only kill anyone who threatens you.” She shoves her finger against my chest. “Why? Why would you kill them? Why attack Winter?” Tears slip down her cheeks. “You fucked with my mind. You made me think I was hallucinating. You sent me messages.”
I freeze.
