Not even his own selfishness would’ve led him to such heinous actions. Even his own jealousy had its limits

Silence lingered in the once chatter-filled dorm, the sound of the detective’s questions being drowned out by Cullen’s own thoughts. No one had expected a simple party to take such a dark turn, no expected to bear witness to the demise of one of their beloved friends…

Pettiness was no enigma to Cullen, often finding himself with the desperate need to come out on top. Right then, however, he had no words, no snippy comments to make or self-flattering remarks to make himself feel better. He may’ve been self-centered—a bully at times, even—but not even he would stoop so low… right?

“Who… who do you think could’ve done this…?” Cullen’s voice was barely above a whisper as his eyes darted around the room, his question directed towards his twin, Calista, who sat next to him on the leather sofa. It could’ve been anyone there. Even with the soft cushions beneath them, it was practically impossible to relax. The entire room was on edge… reasonably so

Everyone was a suspect, everyone a threat. Hell, Cullen himself wasn’t even in the clear… but he had his sister to vouch for him, so surely the two of them were innocent

Hopefully