“What are you doing in my room?”

“Not exactly the reaction you should have to seeing someone you tried to kill. Unless, of course, you succeeded in killing said someone and you came upon their ghost lounging about in your room. I suppose that question could fit in that particular context.”

I stayed seated in the chair I had settled in while waiting as Bethany hurriedly closed the door behind her at my words.

“What are you talking about?” she hissed.

I ...