Summer POV

I cupped my hand and bile rose in my throat. Brook placed her hand on my shoulder.

“I told you not to come in here,” she scolded.

“What is all this?” I asked after I swallowed.

I shiver ran through me but I inched closer to the counter where black feathers and blood spread across the dark marble and the sink.

“I don’t see an animal,” Brook commented.

“Neither do I.”

We stepped around the kitchen but all we saw were feathers and blood. Brook pulled out my phone. This ...