Nightfall (Devil's Night, #4)

by Penelope Douglas

He stood there, quiet, as if studying me or trying to figure something out, and then he sighed, rubbing the water all over his face. He cleared his throat. “I have a sister,” he told me. “Her name is Nik, but everyone calls her Banks.” He met my eyes again. “If something happens, and I can’t be there for her—if they arrest me for this—you need to go to my house and help her. She doesn’t have anyone else. You understand?” Huh? “You’re asking me?” I looked at him, confused. “Why?” He had tons of people he could count on. But he just turned around, shut off the water, and raised his arms, smoothing his hands over his hair. “I’m not sure anyone else would’ve helped me bury a body,” he murmured. Water poured over me as he stood there, and I looked up, noticing small scars on the underside of his arms. Not even his friends? “She’s your age,” he told me. “No one knows about her, and don’t ask why. She’s doesn’t have anyone but me. Promise me.” It took a moment, but I finally nodded. “A sister. Nik. My age. Got it.” He smiled, small but genuine, and he grabbed the towels, walking over and shutting off my shower, handing me one. “A tear in the membrane…” he mused to himself, putting his arm around me and pulling me out of the shower. “Come on. Let’s go find Will.”