One was Emely, leaning against the stove with her arms crossed, and her eyebrows raised, looking at me like I was her worst nightmare, and then there was Bayla Adams, watching Emely like she was her worst nightmare.

“What the hell wasthat,if you don’t mind me asking?” Emely asked.

I could feel the warmth in my cheeks. Another sign that the serum was no longer having an effect.

“What happened?” Bayla asked without taking her eyes off Emely. She was standing in the open doorway and closed it as Buddy tried to scamper past her outside.

“Your little witch friend just threw up when she saw my food.”

“Oh, what is it?” Bayla asked, “It smells so good in here.”

I widened my eyes at her words.

How could she like that disgusting smell?

“Doe heart.”

Bayla paused instantly, and I looked at Emely as if she had lost her mind. But she didn’t correct herself. Then she grinned mischievously and turned back to her food.

“Quatura…” She continued to laugh with a mocking undertone. “Sissies.”

Bayla and I both looked at each other, completely aghast.

Chapter 16

Larissa

Falling Apart

Christopher Tyng

“Larissa!”

I stopped abruptly because I recognized the voice. It was Jenny Bexley, running after me breathlessly. She had been following me for the last three minutes, but I had hoped she was just running in the same direction as me.

I spun around and she came to a stop. Immediately, the sweet smell of her blood hit me and I bit my tongue, but it wasn’t until my two sharp upper teeth cut into the flesh that I realized I’d made a mistake.

Hold your breath, Larissa. You don’t have to breathe anymore.

At least that was roughly how Camille had explained it to me. And it took some getting used to.

Jenny, unaware of all this, tossed her yellow-blonde hair over her shoulder and smiled at me so intensely that her puffy lips looked as if they were about to burst.

“I looked for you on campus on Saturday, but you were nowhere to be found, so I reported you missing.”

I looked at her in surprise.

Why had she been looking for me? And did she always report people missing when they were nowhere to be found? I mean, we were in fucking Blairville, a town full of monsters, but she was a human who didn’t seem to know anything about any of this.

“Thanks,” I mumbled thoughtfully, holding my breath to keep the smell of her blood from entering my nose. “But I’m fine.”

I wanted to sink my teeth into her arm, her shoulder, her neck…

Fuck, Larissa. Those aren’t your thoughts. Those are the thoughts of the monster they turned you into. Get out of here!

“You look good too,” Jenny remarked with her artificial smile, looking down at me. “In the clothes the DeLoughreys got for you.”

I raised both eyebrows.