365 days to love the devil
“Well, if it’s free, let’s drink it.”
The waiter popped the cork and poured. Emily took a sip. It was smooth, ridiculously good. She could get used to this.
“I need to pee,” she announced, setting her glass down.
“Too much information,” Jenna said.
“I’ll be right back.”
Emily walked inside, the music from the deck fading behind her. The beach house was bigger than it looked from outside. She turned left down a hallway, then stopped. This didn’t look right. She backtracked, and tried another hallway. Still wrong.