Chapter 47

KYLE'S P.O.V.

"Seriously, Angel, this is insane! How can you both sit here in the dark engrossed in a gruesome crime documentary like it's a comedy?" Andrew was huddled next to me on the couch, eyes as wide as saucers, flicking between the TV and me while clinging to my arm like a scared puppy. God, his big, round green eyes were practically begging me to smother him in hugs and kisses.

"You're not planning to go all Dexter on us, are you?" Andrew joked, though his shaky voice, a mix of fear and curiosity, didn't help the spooky vibe in the room. Meanwhile, Matthew, who usually acted like he wasn't scared of anything, looked like he was about to lose his lunch, his face was turning paler by the second, and Andrew wasn't far behind. The besties were a chorus of "Turn it off, turn it off!"