"BEELZEBUB?!" Lena yelled out, because just hearing that name shocked her. Of course it made sense. Beelzebub was the Lord of the Flies, wasn't he? And she had killed a fly-
"He wants him because I killed him," Lena said lifelessly. "The other day. I killed him." She glanced at Jamie, her face schooled into an expression of guilt. "Jesus. We- We should go."