Black Card
Ethan's eyes widened in shock as he gaped at Sylvia, her face pressed against his, their lips locked.
Pete stood frozen, jaw slack, staring in disbelief at the two. But a movement in the doorway caught his eye—a silhouette of a woman in white. He turned dazedly, and his eyes abruptly widened further, a wave of horror washing over him as he recognized the figure standing there.
Belle’s calm eyes met Pete’s, and he felt an immediate panic at the tranquility he saw in her gaze. A faint, almost assuring smile lingered on her lips before she turned away.