Light shifting. A headache thundering behind her eyes.Jules blinked. She was home … right?In the house she shared with her parents and sister?Or was she?Things were a little off, the rooms so dark.In the den, the French doors were ajar. Wind whispered through the crack, causing the gauzy curtain to flutter. It moved like a dancer, gracefully gliding over the wood floor, its hem stained a vibrant ragged scarlet as the sheer fabric swept over a dark, congealing pool of blood.Jules’s heart pounded in fear.She felt the knife in her hand, saw drops of blood sliding down the blade to fall and splatter around his body….Brrriiinggg!Jules awoke with a start. Her cell phone was jangling, her computer screen dark, as it had gone into hibernation mode. She must’ve dozed off searching for hits on the academy, Lauren Conway, and Maris Howell. Snagging the phone before it rang again, she said, “Hello?” and tried not to sound too groggy.“Hey, it’s me.” Erin Crosby had been Jules’s friend since college.
