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And at the center of all of it—all of it—is you.
Is the UNSUB this time around Cassies mom?
“She might be quite the devil herself.”
Yup Im incredibly suspicious of her
“I swear,” Lia continued with a wave of her hand, “serial killers are so predictable. It’s always all ‘I want to watch you suffer’ and ‘let me quote Shakespeare while I imagine dancing on your corpse.’”
or at least he’s not lying about Ye Olde Consortium of Serial-Killing Psychopaths.
But you know what the song says: it’s my three-day-long party, and I’ll caffeinate my Sloane if I want to.”
A former marine sniper would have struck most people as an odd choice of housemother for a bunch of teenagers in an FBI training program, but Judd would have taken a bullet for any of us.
I love him soo freaking much
“Nothing says virility in a man like misplaced anger and counting to the number three.”
But the smell is always there. Pushing back against it, you concentrate.
Trauma? Someone the UNSUB knows was murdered?
You know her.
The victim? Celina? The Pythia?
Sloane raised her hand. “Will that car have three rows of air bags, a seven-speed automatic transmission, and a five hundred fifty horsepower engine?” Lia raised her hand. “Will that car have warm nuts?”
“Is that a turret?” Lia asked. “I love a man with a turret.”
“Hunger.”
GROSS GET THIS MAN IN JAIL
You know the Seven, almost as well as they know you. Their strengths. Their weaknesses. The Masters thirst for power. They drape you in diamonds—one for each victim. Each sacrifice. Each choice. Diamonds and scars, scars and diamonds. The men who’ve turned you into this pretty, deadly thing go out into the world. They live their lives. They prosper. They kill. For you.
Yep definitely Cassies mom
Something dark and dangerous flashed in Dean’s eyes. “Then Thatcher Townsend will have to go through me.”
“This is Sadie,” he told his father, tucking a hand around Lia’s waist as he introduced her by her alias of choice. “And by the door, we have Esmerelda, Erma, and Barf.” For the first time, I saw a flicker of annoyance cross Townsend Senior’s face. “Barf?” He eyed Dean. “It’s short for Bartholomew,” Lia lied smoothly. “Our Barf had a speech impediment as a child.”
“In particular, the fact that I introduced you to my father as my good friend Barf is a memory that I will treasure forever.”
I will, however, let you know that Briggs is looking forward to seeing Thatcher Townsend booked for assault.”
HAAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHHAHAAAHHA YES I LOVE YOU BRIGGS
“Longer and better than I’ve loved you.”
Damn
“Michael knows exactly what Lia’s feeling. Lia knows every time he lies to her. They hurt each other, and they hurt themselves.”
Killed in prison not long after he was convicted.”
Killed by the masters?
Forever and ever, no matter what.
Laurel. The psychotic demon child
To my surprise, Laurel tilted her head to the side and smiled at Sloane. “Numbers,” she said clearly. “I like numbers.”
That is NOT comforting
“Never have I ever,” he said slowly, “made out with Michael Townsend.” “Someday, big guy,” Michael told him with a wink. “If you’re very, very good.”
“Do I want to know how much this cost?” Dean asked. “Doubtful,” Michael replied. “Do I want to know why you have a phobia of integrating colors into your wardrobe? Almost certainly not!”
“She’s gone, Cassie.”
NOOOOOOOOOOOO
The child lies unconscious on the altar, her tiny limbs forming an X against the stone. So small. So fragile.
NOOOOOOOO DONT KILL HER
Your own throat is raw, ringed with bruises. Your hands are shaking. But the Pythia cannot show weakness. The Pythia cannot falter.
Okay its definitely Lorelai
“I never forget a face. I can take one look at a person and know exactly what their facial bones look like underneath the skin. Creepy, I know, but what can I say?” She shrugged. “I’m a natural.”
Shes going to draw Seven isnt she
“Did Lorelai ask you to get her little girl out?”
Maybe hes Laurels father
“put in a good word for me with Sloane.”
I do not support! Celine is annoying
There was something about him that gave me the same unsettled feeling that had coated my body the moment I’d seen the wrought-iron gates.
Nightshades family?
Hawthorne.
Haha subtle wink to your other books I see
I do know where I’m going. I know exactly where I’m going.
Is this a town you came to when you were with your mom? Is this the one with the little front yard you loved?
I know, my mom whispered in my memory. You liked the town and the house and our little front yard—
Called it
“I do find Cassie borderline tolerable,” Lia commented casually. “It would be a shame to leave borderline tolerable behind.”
“We’re about three seconds away from Draco Malfoy over there throwing a punch,” Michael said, his voice low. “Three… two…”
On her own.
LIA COME ON CANT YOU JUST LEAVE WELL ENOUGH ALONE WHAT THE HECK
The door opens. You recognize the person who stands there, and you see now what you should have seen before.
Kane or whatever his name is? It has to be him
“I thought he watched.”
Probably why poison was his method of killing. He didnt like to get dirty just watch as the poison work
In all the time I’d known her, she’d never looked so blank.
Thats....alarming
Drawn to scale,’” Sloane whispered, just loud enough that I could hear her, “are three of my favorite words.”
There’s a thin line between medicine and poison.
I knew that old dude was weird from the begining
A second body lay on the floor.
The Kyles??
“I dare you,” she said, “to hack into Agent Sterling’s computer and change her wallpaper to the picture I took of Michael mooning our Agent Starmans.”
“This,” Agent Sterling said sternly, coming into the room, “is the face of someone who is not going to say a word—not a single word—about the dubious decision-making that leads one to moon a federal agent.” The edges of her lips turned up slightly. “Once we finish in Gaither, Agent Starmans has requested some time off.”
Tory Howard.
NOOOOOOOOOOO SHE DIDNT DESERVE THAT NO
It was us. Cases we’d worked. People we’d talked to.
This is punishment for coming after them
“She looks like Melody,” I said finally. “Ree’s granddaughter.”
THEIR MOM!!!!
The man in the picture—the man in my memory, crumpled at the bottom of the stairs, the skeleton on the exam table, a decade dead—was Kane Darby.
WHAT THE HELL
The body should be showing up soon, and if victim two didn’t send your message, this one will.
I swear if its Sloane
