Chapter Eight

Clarissa

“Just what in the name of Goddess is going on?” I heard a voice but couldn’t quite pin the owner to it.

I was standing on the ground, transfixed at the sight of the girl who had just died in front of me and stated that I was the killer.

The two girls who were Miranda’s friends began shrieking and howling loudly as more and more people began to approach us.

Gasps followed murmurs and those followed stares and accusations as both the girls I didn’t quite recall the names of, began to loudly wail and tell everyone of how I had taken the life of their best friend.

I was too dazed to even move and for a long time, I only kept staring at the dead body of Miranda that was soaked in blood.

Dacre and Silas exchanged a look upon understanding how the issue had blown up. A look passed between them but I was too busy to pay attention to them.

A chill ran down my spine at the thought of my parents seeing the body of the dead girl and how they would react upon knowing that I was a suspect.