Chapter 3

Xavier bundled me into his car, and I didn't even resist.

The seatbelt clicked sharply into place.

I looked down at my wrist—fresh cuts like pink worms writhing across my pale skin.

The box cutter I used yesterday was too dull. That explained the ragged edges.

Xavier seized my wrist with a painful grip. "When did this start?"

I pondered. "Last week? Or the week before? I can't tell."

Xavier's breathing grew ragged.

He let go of me and slammed his fist into the steering wheel.

The horn blared. A stray cat was startled and darted into the bushes.

Funny…