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as she makes her way back into the crowd.
    “Yes, I would,” I whisper as my teeth give way to a hard chatter. Marshall could help me get rid of a dead Fem if I needed him to.
    The crowd drains in the direction of the deceased creature. Another round of cries and gasps erupts.
    Oh crap. Judging by the look of horror on people’s faces he didn’t disappear.
    Logan and Gage emerge from the mass of onlookers gawking at the Fem.
    “Did you see it?” I jog over, fogging up the air with my heavy panting.
    “Shit,” Gage moans as he inspects my bloodied hands. The moonlight bleeds out all color, leaving a dark, glossy, residue on my skin.
    Logan gives a depleted smile.
    Someone in the distance shouts that the paramedics are on their way.
    “They’re going to take the Fem!” My fingers come just shy of covering my lips.
    Logan scoops me into his arms and runs us over to the peak just above the deepest portion of the falls.
    “What’s going on?” I ask. There’s something written on his face, a tension I’m not familiar with.
    He gives a bleak smile.
    “It wasn’t a Fem,” he says out of breath. “You killed him, Skyla , and now we’re going to wash the blood off.”
    He plunges us both into the icy biting waters.     
     

Chapter Eleven
    Police
     
    The smoky air illuminates in spasms with alternating shades of soft blue and red. With an escort of flashing black and whites—an entire army of police cars—each one of us is instructed to follow them down to the Paragon precinct for questioning. Dozens of vehicles commence in a line that clogs up the main artery of the island—they even shut down the other side of the highway to accommodate us.
    “There are two ways we can do this,” Logan says, over the phone.
    I’m riding with Gage, but I have Logan on speaker.
    “The truth and a lie?” Gage says running his hand over the steering wheel as we wade through traffic.
    “Exactly,” Logan states.
    “I choose the lie.” I raise my hand slightly. “It’s not like anybody saw me, plus I’m dripping wet, there’s not an ounce of blood on me. And it’s not like anybody’s going to understand what the hell I’m talking about when I say I thought I was being attacked by a Fem.”
    “If I saw him attacking you, I would have killed him myself,” Logan adds.
    “Right,” I whisper. I sort of wish he did. “Maybe we should hang up now. With my luck this will accidently get keyed in over the radio,” I say, eyeing the barrage of cop cars escorting us like a funeral procession.
    “See you there,” Logan’s line goes dead.
    I slip down in the seat and watch the fog swim by like an apparition.
    “It’s gonna be OK.” Gage cups his hand over mine.
    “Is it?” I spike up hopeful. Gage has the gift of knowing. He knows all kinds of strange things about the future.
    “No, I mean, I’m pretty sure it’s going to be OK.”
    “Oh.”
    I slump back into my seat.
    I don’t think it’s going to be OK. I don’t think you can just kill somebody and have it be OK.
     
    ***
      
     
      At the station, mass confusion erupts over who exactly the dead body was. Apparently a bunch of guys from East decided to crash the party and douse themselves in mud, because apparently, they’re idiots.
    I hear names whispered all the way down the long hall as Logan, Gage, and I try and find a place to sit.
    “Logan Oliver?” I hear Michelle say as we come up behind her. She turns around and lunges at him with a hug, Lexy follows suit.
    “We heard it was you!” Lexy cries in a panic. Her arm lingers up over his shoulder as she cups the side of his face.
    “Wasn’t me.” He turns a bright shade of red from the attention.
    Lexy’s hair has turned into a giant ball of frizz, her mascara is dripping down the sides of her cheeks and she looks darn right scary. I don’t like the way she’s letting her arm gather dust on Logan’s shoulder, so I squeeze in between the two of them pretending to get out of the way of