“You don’t understand,” Beth says, eyes filling with tears. “I’m trying to save her.”
“Save her from what?”
She rapidly shakes her head. “You wouldn’t understand.”
“Try me. I’m a very understanding person. If Gemma is in trouble and needs saving, I’m the woman for the job.”
“You can’t save her from this.”
“Why not?” I ask, throwing a hand in the air.
Beth presses her hands on her apron, eyes fluttering shut. For a brief moment I think she’s going to pass out. With a deep inhale, she opens her eyes again. “You can’t save her, because you need saving too.”
“Saving? Saving from what?”
She doesn’t answer, and instead wrings her hands again, twisting them in her apron. “She shouldn’t have left, but I can’t blame Gemma. My sister was the one who started it. Gemma didn’t have much of a chance…but now she does.”
“What the fuck are you talking about?”
“The devil.”
“What?” I ask incredulously. Before Beth can go on, the floor vibrates behind me. I whirl around, fingers sweeping over the cool metal of my gun. And then Beth steps forward, pulling a taser from her apron pocket. She hits me hard and the electricity sends a shockwave through me, making me dizzy.
The last thing I remember is Gemma’s uncle standing over me. And then my vision goes dark.
