The name sat between us like a dare. Camila shook her head. "I still don't believe it's him. If anything, my gut says Edmund. You know all the creepy things he did. Also, he's a techie." I watched the line of her jaw tighten. "Whatever theory you're building around Damon? Drop it. Don't mention him being the stalker again."

"I hope I'm wrong," I told her. "For your sake."

The next few days were something almost normal, if you ignored the fact that we were waiting for a traitor to hand us ...