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The last thing I saw before they disappeared was the fluttering open of Jolie’s eyes, her striking aquamarine stare meeting mine for a fraction of a second and boring straight into my soul, before her lids fell shut again as she vanished out the door and out of our lives forever.
“It doesn’t mean I’ll go easy on them,” I said quietly. “I’m going to take it all away.” “You are,” he replied decisively. “And I can’t wait to see those fuckers bow down to their queen.”
He barked out an incredulous laugh. “I’d been wondering just who it was that had the balls to break into James Spencer’s fucking house. But of course—it’s you, Little Knight.”
“Shit, I apologize.” He pulled me into a ridiculous bear hug. “How have you been? Where have you been?” “Frankie, I-I….” I stammered.
“I like the purple eyes. That’s a nice touch.” “They're violet,” I mumbled, still dazed. “Sure, sure,” he said, bending over to pick up my backpack. He held it out to me. “Here. You better get going. The boss will be home soon.”
This was a fucking war, after all, and I came to win.
Noah gasped. “Her eyes,” Zach hissed, his voice suddenly shaky. “Look at her fucking eyes.” Eyes the unique shade of aquamarine I knew so well stared back at me. It was the color forever burned into my brain from both my most cherished memories and the worst night of my life—of our lives. “It… it can’t be,” I sputtered.
Zach swallowed audibly, but he held her stare with unwavering confidence. And longing. It was her.
The river. The panic attack. She swam for her fucking life in that river after her parents had been killed in front of her. Noah looked at me, stricken. He’d realized it too.
We’d been staring our dead best friend in the face for an entire semester—the girl whose absence all three of us still felt as profoundly as a phantom limb—and we’d had no goddamn idea. And she’d been playing us like chumps.
“My name is Jolie Marie Knight. I’m the daughter of Jeffrey and Kerstin Knight, who were not killed in an unfortunate plane crash in the Bahamas but instead murdered by the very people they were closest to. I am here to take back what’s mine, and then I am coming for what’s yours, Mr. Spencer.” She held my father’s livid glare with the confidence of an equal. “When I’m through with you, the institution of the Four Families will be in ruins, and if the rest of you don’t want to play by my rules, I will happily sit on the docks of Olde Town and watch while the City burns to fucking ashes.”
Those aquamarine eyes met mine one last time, and they shone with so much righteous anger, so much defiance, and so much power, that I didn’t know whether to be frightened, enraged, or turned the fuck on. Jolie. Our Jojo. Back from the dead. And she was here to destroy us.
