38 Dearly Departed

My ears hummed tremendously. I couldn't believe this decrepit old man. What was he even saying?

But Melody…

My blood ran cold when I recalled the dead look in Melody's eyes—just as she was about to take my life.

She had been in cahoots with Strome all along.

Andrew cowered, sweating profusely as he trembled from my hardened grip. "Hiln…"

I had expected it. I had to have. It had been incredibly naïve for me to even think he was fine after what had happened. But still, the shock of it all caused my eyes to sting with tears and I pushed Andrew away from me. The old man stumbled backwards and fell to the ground. I stepped back from him, wobbling on my feet as a scream choked within the base of my throat.

Why? Why? Why? What did they want? What were they even trying to achieve?