Something Wicked

Cate

I almost fold into myself when the door closes behind Callum, but I manage to hold myself upright, clutching to the edge of a chair so tightly it hurts. I don’t know what I’m supposed to do in this moment, but I know I can’t do nothing.

I fling open the door to my room, fighting my instincts to follow Callum and instead heading the opposite direction, toward Harold’s office. Maybe there’s still time to talk some sense into him. Maybe I can get through to him and stop this whole nightmare before it truly starts.

But his office is empty and a quick glance around the hallway reveals a heavy quiet that’s unusual for the club. For the first time, I wonder just how many of my colleagues, my friends, might be involved in this plan.