I yank my hair forward and rush toward the tall wardrobe mirror, dread pooling thick and suffocating in my chest.
As soon as I’m in front of it, I whirl around to see my back and my narrowed eyes scan over the carefully drawn script.
“What does it say?” Noir asks, inching closer.
I swallow hard before reading quietly:
“This little corpse went to Oddity. This little corpse hid in her home. This little corpse thinks she’s safe on the inside,but my little corpse is never, ever alone.”
Each word sends a wave of feelings through me, my jaw tightening with each one. The letters are careful, almost elegant in their cruelty and my grip on the sheet tightens as a chill spikes down my spine. He was fucking in here. Watching me asleep. What kind of sick freak…
“I’ll fucking kill him,” Noir growls when she realizes, spinning on her heel to leave.
My eyes squeeze shut as I lower my head.
“Stop,” I say, my voice steady despite the rage inside me.
I hear her hesitate, her footsteps halting just before the door. She stands still for a moment, then gradually turns around to face me and our eyes lock.
“I’m not here to cause problems,” I say firmly with a brow lifted, holding her gaze in the mirror. “And he’s still Hell’s friend. Just leave him to me.”
Noir just blinks, her anger simmering beneath the surface, but Blush, on the other hand, chuckles, shaking her head as she throws her hands up.
“If we’re talking about who I think we are,” she says. “I’m sorry, girl, but you don’t stand a chance. You may as well plan your own fucking funeral at this point.”
I frown at her reflection before turning my head to face her fully.
“No disrespect, Blush, but you don’t know a thing about me,” I snap, an unexpected weight pressing down on my shoulders.
“Honey—” Blush starts, but I cut her off.
“No,” my voice is sharp, final. “I don’t care who he is. He wants to play? Let’s fucking play. It’s nothing a bullet won’t fix.”
The brutal threat leaves my lips before I can stop it, the untamed side of me coming to light, but luckily, Noir’s eyes flicker with something close to admiration, like she’s still trying to figure me out, while Blush is still clearly entertained by the whole sick scenario.
“I like your attitude and bravery, babe. It will get you far here. You’re gonna need it,” she says with a devilish grin before nudging Noir. “Fuck, she’s feistier than you.”
I roll my eyes and turn back toward the wardrobe, tucking the sheet in around me before kneeling in front of my bag on the floor.
“I shouldn’t have taken those damn pills. How could I have been so stu…”
“Well, at least you’re not dead,” Blush adds casually. “He clearly had the opportunity and didn’t take it.”
I freeze, my hand lingering just above a shirt as the world around me seems to slow down. I look over my shoulder at Blush, and then back to Noir, who’s just as confused as I am.
Blush glances between us, her face changing from amused to disbelief.
“Wait... you both don’t know, do you?”
“Know what?” Noir questions, suspicion creeping in.
Blush’s expression shifts, and then she lets out a soft breath, her eyes widening in realization.
“That Wrath’s a necro?”
The words hang in the air, and my mind stutters. What the fuck is a necro?
Noir looks at me, equally confused, both of us trying to piece together what she’s talking about. Blush’s hand flies up to cover her mouth, trying to suppress an unhinged giggle that never quite makes it to her lips.
