Chapter 75

• Emma's POV
• Lita had been silent about what happened all through the night, and it was eating me alive. So when I woke up this morning, I went straight to my drawer where I’d hidden the black knife. If she wasn’t going to say anything, fine. I’d handle this myself.
• I grabbed the cold, black dagger, its strange weight sending a chill through my palm. Without a second thought, I headed for the door. I wasn’t sure where I was going—maybe to chuck it into the deepest pit I could find—but keeping it here was out of the question.