Page 104 of No One Was Supposed to Die at This Wedding

I start to shake.

We just fell thirty feet.

We were five feet from slamming into the ground.

Someone’s trying to kill me.

Again.

“Are you okay?” Oliver asks.

“Yeah, you?”

“Okay. But man, that was close.”

I rest my head against his chest. His heart is beating as fast as mine.

“Do not say ‘I told you so,’” Oliver says.

“I won’t.”

I’ll just say it in my head.

Only you can hear me in here, right?

“I literally hear you saying it,” Oliver says.

“No, no. Your brain hearing is off today.”

He hugs me tight and I look down between my legs.

And it’s then that I see it. Something in the undergrowth beneath us.

“Something’s down there,” I say.

“Where?” Oliver asks.

“Right below us.”

“I’ll look,” Connor says.

“I don’t think that’s a...”

But Connor doesn’t listen to me. He never has.

He pushes into the bushes and stops.

“It’s a body.”

“What!?” Fred says.

“Are you sure?” I ask.

“I’m not an idiot, for Christ’s sake, Eleanor.”

So much for Connor changing.

“Who is it?”

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