I put my fingers underneath Elaine’s nose. Relief washed over me when I felt her warm breath against my skin. She was alive, and so was Madame Long. Desmond had moved their unconscious bodies to the master bedroom as I was too afraid to enter the attic again. My eyes looked fixedly at their stomachs. The gory scene of blood oozing out of open dagger wounds kept replaying in my brain. It was now all in my head as their clothes were spotless, just like Mason’s. How did Desmond do that? I ...