Page 37 of Come Out, Come Out, Wherever You Are

His gaze lingered on my cunt and the urge to slide my panties aside tingled at my fingertips. I was a mess.

“Now that you’ve been a good girl and sucked Lewis’s blood off my dick, clean yourself the fuck up while I sort this out.”

The reality came crashing back down. I was alone in a room with Nate. Lewis was dead and his blood coated every surface of the room. It was underneath my nails too.

“Go!” Nate shouted.

I didn’t wait around.

CHAPTER

THIRTEEN

EVELYN

Skyler pulled me to a stop as I headed back to the living room from the kitchen with a vodka bottle in my hand. She’d washed off her makeup, and her bloodshot, wide eyes darted frantically around the small hallway.

“What’s wrong?” I asked when she pulled me over to the side, away from the doorway.

“Lewis is dead.”

I paused, staring at her, thinking I must have heard her wrong. “Sorry, what?”

“He’s dead. Nate killed him.”

“Did you take more drugs?”

She frowned, then shook her head. “No… Nate threatened to send you to jail if I didn’t try to seduce Lewis. I took him upstairs, and we kissed.” She looked over her shoulder again to ensure we were alone, and when she looked back at me, I saw the fear swimming in her hazel eyes. “Nate stabbed him to death.”

“This isn’t funny,” I told her as my heartbeat quickened. It had to be a joke. Why would Nate kill Lewis? His friend? It made no sense.

“I’m not lying,” she said almost frantically, reaching up to grip my upper arms. “He’s a psycho.”

“Desire” by Meg Myers drifted from the living room while I continued staring at her unblinkingly. “He wouldn’t?—”

“He would!” Composing herself, she wet her lips. “He did.”

My head snapped toward the staircase when Nate’s heavy footsteps caused the stairs to creak.

Next to me, Skyler shrunk back against the wall. I swallowed thickly as he turned the corner, drying his hands with a white towel that was stained pink.

Shoving it into his back pocket, he smirked on his way past, disappearing into the living room and leaving us with the distinct lingering smell of copper and cologne. My throat jumped and I looked back at Skyler.

Pale as a ghost, she quivered, meeting my gaze, and without another word, I took her hand and dragged her upstairs. I needed to see Lewis’s body for myself. I couldn’t believe Nate would be capable of such a brutal act unless I saw the evidence.

Skyler pulled her wrist from my grip when I opened the door, shaking her head. “No, I’m not entering that room again.”

I searched her eyes, noticing how her lip trembled and how she dug her nails into her palms. “Okay…you can stay out here.”

Biting her bottom lip, she nodded. I entered the room, searching the wall for the switch. Light flooded the small space, and I took hesitant steps forward before turning in a circle. “There’s nothing here, Skyler.”

She inched her way inside, scanning the room.

Her eyes grew wide, and she walked up to the bed, kneeled beside it, and peered underneath. She popped back up, looking over at me with a confused look on her pale face. “Where’s the body?”

“Skyler,” I started, but she flew to her feet.

“Where’s the fucking body?” she all but shrieked.

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