Her face darkened. Marissa whispered,
“Wrong answer.”
And Trent stood, still filming, still laughing. They all believed the front door was locked. Then the handle turned.
PART 2
The sound froze everyone in the room. Evelyn turned sharply toward the door.
“Who is that?”
Before I could answer, Trent grabbed my arm and forced me back against the wall.
“Did you call someone?”
I looked at him calmly.
“You should let go.”
His grip tightened.