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Before I reach the hallway, I look back at the mask.

Tomorrow, I’ll find out.

CHAPTER 21

Presley

“You look like hell.” Gracie stares at me like she’s trying to decipher hieroglyphics in a cave.

I stare at her from across the counter. “Good morning to you, too.”

She slides my coffee toward me. “I’m serious.”

“Is that supposed to make it better?”

She shrugs. “You have bags under your eyes.”

“Thank you.”

“Your hair looks like you slept on it while it was wet.”

“I didn’t wash it.”

“Oh.”

I narrow my eyes. “Stop helping.”

Gracie laughs.

Penny sits at my feet beside Walter.

The two of them are sniffing each other like they haven’t seen one another in years instead of approximately twelve hours.

I take a long drink of coffee. It does absolutely nothing to improve the three hours of sleep I managed last night.

Every time I closed my eyes, I saw that mask.

Bone-white.

Hollow black eyes.

The masked man standing between the trees, watching me.

I tighten my fingers around the cup.

Gracie’s smile fades, morphing into concern. “Seriously, are you okay?”

“Yeah.”

“You don't look okay.”

“I didn’t sleep well.”

“Nightmares?”

“Something like that.”

Her eyebrows pull together.