Chapter 4

Charles' words exploded in my head like thunder.

The project manager was dead in a car crash.

All the pieces suddenly clicked into one toxic pattern.

This wasn't coincidence. This was murder.

I held onto Charles, who was swaying on his feet, and guided him to the sofa.

I pulled out my phone and showed him the screenshot of the wish against me and the replay of Lily cursing his project.

"Charles," I said. "Do you still think this is just a game?"

The alcohol and the crushing grief had left him in a fog.

But as his eyes focused…