"I would kill you if I had a way to get rid of the body."
I blanched. When Thomas, whom I wasn't completely certain was human, said that, I felt I had every right to.
"Why?" I squeaked out.
He remained an impassive blank wall. It scared me more than any scowl. "The guitar."
That caught me off-guard. "What?"
He kept staring. "The guitar. That you gave him. I'm almost ready to burn it and him to death."
"Oh," I swallowed. "I'm sorry?"
He exhaled slowly. "Just lock your door at night."
I most definitely did.