Come Dine With Me

It was meant to be an intimate dinner with friends. Emily was trying to be kind when she invited the third guest. After all, she thought she knew who he was. She thought no harm could come of it. Handsome and charming, he seemed like the model guest. But the third guest hadn't come to make friends. He hadn't come to enjoy the company. And he knew things about all of them he had no right to know. He had come with a simple purpose. And he wasn't going to go quietly.