*Eliza*

I knew Jared was behind me. I could feel him closing in on me as I entered his bedroom and walked to the bathroom. My hands were covered in Archer’s blood. They shook as I washed them in the sink, crimson streaks swirling down the drain. The doorway creaked with Jared’s weight as he leaned against it.

“I knew what I was doing. He’ll heal,” I said, my voice quivering as I soaped up my hands.

“Why did you tell us you didn’t fight in the ...