Author: S.T. Abby
Category: Young Adult
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I swallow against the knot in my throat, slowly lowering myself to the bed.
She saved my life.
I cast her aside.
It takes me a minute to realize I’ve been gone for over an hour, even though it feels like only minutes. I gave her too much time to disappear.
I grab my phone and dial Leonard as I walk outside.
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“I need to know any ties to this town that they still have.”
Typing rattles in the background. I’m tempted to ask Hadley, but after what I just said to her, I doubt she’d be likely to help.
“Christopher Denver owns one of those hunting cabins in the woods. I’ll text you the location.”
I hang up and immediately change clothes and shoes. You can’t run through the woods too well in a suit.
I dart out of the house seconds later, reading the text with the location. More memories flit through my head as I run.
Lisa fucking taunted her, practically tried to provoke Lana. Lana could have destroyed her.
Or Victoria, rather.
She left the argument with Johnson and the sheriff earlier because they were pissing her off, and she was afraid of what’d she’d do, not what’d she say.
Seeing the sheriff had to be hard on her, and she asked for two fucking hours, as though she needed me. And I came back, fucked her, then unloaded mayhem, as if I was daring her to show her true colors.
I walked out when she simply cried. The cold-hearted killer who tortured and slaughtered the monsters from her past… I made her cry. She never even got angry.
There are so many unpredictable variables about her, and I have no idea what to do.
As soon as I reach the cabin, I pull my gun from my ankle holster, holding it at my side. After two quick breaths, I kick in the door, but stop moving, my gun still at my side and not aimed at anything.
Jacob Denver is sitting on a couch like he’s been waiting for me.
I cock my head, my eyes narrowing, and he sits comfortably, completely relaxed.
My eyes dart around, seeing the empty cabin and bare walls. He speaks as I clutch the gun with both hands, ready to aim it at him if he gives me a reason.
“I knew you were coming,” he drawls, leaning up. “So put your gun away. If I was a threat, you’d already be dead. Fortunately for you, I happen to enjoy breathing, and I’m not sure Lana would be okay with me retaining oxygen if I laid a hand on you.”
I cut my gaze toward him, releasing the gun with one hand, while holding it with the other.
“Where is she?”
He snorts derisively. “You came alone, which means you haven’t told your team yet. Well, other than the Leonard guy whose cabin you charged into then ran out a little while later.”
“You’re watching us. Big surprise. I already knew this. Where is Victoria?”
His eyes widen marginally. “Oh, so you’ve figured out the truth now instead of slamming her with accusations and silencing her. Little late, don’t you think?”
There’s a harsh bitterness to his tone, like he hates me and has been waiting to be proven right.
“Her name is Lana. Victoria Evans was killed by this town. She can’t be Victoria Evans. She had to reinvent herself just to find the will to go on. You called her sick, but you have no idea what you’re up against. You have no fucking idea what she survived.”
His words grow angrier with each new sentence, and he slowly stands.
I grip the gun tighter with one hand, watching him warily.