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“If you ever run again, I’ve got the entire FBI at my disposal, and I will chase you to the ends of the earth.”
“I’m not going to run again. I promise.”
“Damn right you’re not,”
Arresting him is not good enough. Arthur Maxwell needs to die.
“There are memories missing. What if—” I break off and try again. “What if he made me do more than I think? What if he made me a killer?”
when he looks at me I feel like the most beautiful woman alive.
“So, are you going to tell me why Oz keeps looking at his phone and blushing like a schoolgirl?”
Tihi
I grew up with a serial killer for a father. He made me watch as he tortured and killed women and then he made me carve into their chests. I remember every second of every time his knife cut my skin. So, what the hell is worse than that? What is so bad even my messed-up mind has locked it away?
He draws constellations across my chest, blending my scars into the black lines as he connects the stars and adds swirling patterns like in Van Gogh’s Starry Night.
Spread across my back are angel wings. He’s incorporated every scar I have into the arching lines and delicate feathers. They’re gorgeous and so realistic I think for a moment I might actually be able to fly.
Our timeline just got exponentially shorter. If Maxwell is devolving, he’s going to take with him as many people as he can.
Written in blood on the pristine white paint is a question. Four haunting words. ‘How’s your father, Eli?’
“The dark and scary place has got nothing on me, Angel. I’ll burn it the hell down and fuck you in the ashes.”
“He’s there, Freya. Maxwell is there.”
“Reckless fucking woman.”
Freya could stab me through the heart, and it would still beat just for her.
“Angelica told me. Taunted me. She knows where he is, River. She knows where Josh is, and she wouldn’t tell me.”
“River, the forms were signed off by Farrah.”
The fuck is she doing
Maxwell having a mole in the LAPD was bad enough but if his contact is our unit chief, we’re screwed.
“Your father. I’m not going to put him behind bars Freya, I’m going to kill him. I’m going to put a bullet through your father’s head. What sort of person would I be if I fucked you knowing that?”
“So kill him.”
“Eli, you mean more to me than my father ever has. Living my life without him in it will be a pleasure. Living my life without you in it would be hell on earth.”
“The Dying Angels are a cult based on the edge of the Colorado desert.
“You heard me. Get out of my house you ungrateful child and take your friends and that whore of a girl with you.”
BITCH
“Her name’s Hannah Lock.”
“If we’re right, he didn’t kill her the first time because she was pregnant with you and your sister.”
“Why don’t you come join us, Dad?”
It seems so… anticlimactic.
“He keeps saying a name. He keeps saying ‘Layla’.”
“Layla’s missing.”
“I don’t want Layla at all.” “No. You don’t,” I say as it dawns on me. “Whoever you’re working with does.”
Whenever the woman in the kitchen comes, he’s always with her.
So it is her brother i knew it was something like that
I know what Eli needs. I know what I need. So, I hold Eli’s gaze and take the biggest gamble of my life. I nod. Eli takes the shot.
I shot him. I killed Maxwell.
“If I talk about it,” she whispers, low enough only I can hear, “I will break, and I cannot break right now. Not until we find Layla.”
“He’s like Maxwell, isn’t he?” Hannah winces. “Did you know?” Freya asks. “You had to, right? There must have been rumors, police reports. I can’t have been the only one he touched.”
“Eli, it’s Farrah.”
Yep of course shes dead
“Zach,” we both say. “Farrah’s PA.”
OMG
“Well hello, Little Star.”
“Nuh uh. I’m in control, remember. So be a good boy and keep your hands by your head.”
“You always have all the power, Freya. Remember that.”
I couldn’t tell Oz what happened in the limo because Zach’s condition for letting Layla go—for staying away from everyone I care about—was that I had to stay away from them too. I have to leave and never come back. I am the queen, and this is my sacrifice. So, I do the one thing I promised I’d never do again. I turn my back on the men I love, and I run.
Freya can run as much as she likes because I made a promise too, to chase her to the ends of the earth, and there’s not a chance in hell I’m breaking mine.
