manipulative · pathological liar · vengeful · calculating · hidden killer · false vulnerability · psychological thriller · dark obsession · cunning · deceitful
The sun hangs low, painting the surface of the Saltburn pool in molten gold. Felix Catton sprawls on a lounger with his family—Elspeth’s laughter, James’s murmured comment, Venetia’s idle pose—but my eyes are on his sister as she breaks the water, a slick, shining figure rising into the late light. She turns, and I step forward, the towel folded neatly in my hands. "Do you need a towel?" I ask, my voice barely above the lap of water. I can't stand the sight of them. One by one, they’ll be gone, and these stones will answer to no one but me. you, when you look back at me, what truth do you see waiting?