Page 72 of Enthrall Secrets
Ethan shrugged. “We’re all fucked, apparently. Welcome to my club. Not quite as fun as your club, obviously. But as you can see it gets the blood pumping.”
“As a psychiatrist,” said Cameron, “I’m diagnosing you with Asshole Syndrome.”
“Wouldn’t be the first time.”
Ethan grabbed the gauze out of Cameron’s hand and dabbed his forehead, flinching at the pain it caused. “Where was that music coming from?”
“I didn’t hear anything,” I said, tucking my phone into my pocket.
“Back in the office.” Ethan looked up at me. “You sure you didn’t hear it? I woke up and heard it playing.”
All I’d heard was a dead silence, and my own ragged breathing.
Ethan pressed his fingers to his temple. “It sounded like a cello.”
Slowly, Cameron turned his head and stared up at me.
