captured tonight.”
Evan stopped walking. He stood about three feet away from me in the dark hallway, the smell of rain and cold sweat hanging in the air between us.
For a terrifying second, I thought he was going to lunge. His shoulders tensed, his jaw clenching so hard the muscles jumped beneath his skin. The soft, sympathetic shadow in his hazel eyes completely vanished, replaced by the cold, hollow gaze of a fanatic who had nothing left to lose.
Then, slowly, a thin, chilling smile spread across his lips.
“You can’t get rid of me that easily, Carrie,” he whispered, stepping past me into the dark hallway without touching me, his shoulder brushing against mine with the weight of a ghost. “Because once you see what’s buried under the floorboards of this house… you’re going to want the answers just as badly as I
