Viola.

Our room was like a scene of murder straight from a horror flick—really, somehow I felt like dead inside numb, the bloodstains haunting. I just wanted to switch the room immediate, burn it all. "No staying—too poisoned," I said to Mathew packing.

I couldn't stand staying there at all; it sucked the air from my lungs tight, ghosts lurking. Whatever Azaro tried to do to ruin our mood and peace, he definitely succeeded in that twisted—fear gripping. "That monster—how deep does ...