No. This can't possibly be happening. This can't possibly be real. There's no way. The identity of the woman, the identity of her 'prey' hits Maddie like a ton of bricks, dawning on her with horrific clarity.
Her roommate. Her best friend, the girl who had lived next door to her through her entire life. The one person she loved and trusted more than anyone else lay still at her feet. Dead. Dead by her hands. Even with the strange scarlet film that covers the memories, she can remember taking Max into her arms and putting her lips to her throat. She can still taste the blood in her mouth. Maddie shakes her head. No. No, this isn't real! This is a dream! A nightmare! It must be! There's no way this could have happened --
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