Chapter Nine_ If you're so interested in your death

Elliot.

My front door slammed open with a bang, yanking both Damien and me from the silence that had settled between us.

I barely had time to react before Frank burst into the cabin, looking like he'd just won the lottery.... or uncovered something before me.

"Elliot!!" He practically screamed. "You won't believe what I found!!"

Damien shot me a quick glance, then straightened up, moving a few steps back as though fading into the shadows. The relaxed way he had looked at me moments ago was gone, now replaced with a blank expression.

"Frank," I started, trying but failing to cover my irritation. "What are you doing barging in here?"

Frank's eyes flicked to Damien for the briefest moment, a frown forming before he refocused on me. "I need to talk to you. Now."

"About what?" I asked, spacing a nervous glance at Damien, who was now standing perfectly still, hazel eyes cold.

Frank took a deep breath, his brows pinching together in that way it normally does when he was stressed. "Ma