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“Good,” he purred, and I winced as his fingers slid though my hair, a disgusted shiver working its way up my spine.
“Now,” he said, “for your little display of rebellion. I suggest you get home as soon as possible. You might not like what you find there.”
CHAPTER 22
Summer
I’d never driven so fast in my life.
Heart racing, my fingers jerking the steering wheel with each turn.
Until finally, I was racing through the already open gate of Darkmoor Manor.
Red and orange flames climbed the walls of my house. Black smoke poured through the roof.
I barreled down the driveway.
Two fire trucks, a police car, and an ambulance sat in the drive.
The fire truck’s lights flashed, the loud siren still blazing.
Leaving the engine running, I stumbled out of my car, yelling, “Hey! Hey!”
The group of people turned towards me. Men and women in uniform. Standing there. Doing absolutely nothing.
"What are you doing!” I screamed.
How could they just stand there, watching? What if someone had been inside?
Thank god Benson was out of town.
"What are you doing?" Panicked, I ran up to the group, "Do something!"
They gave me uneasy looks then stepped backwards and away from me. What the hell was going on? I scanned the truck, trying to figure out how to do it on my own. If they weren't going to do something, I was. My whole world was burning down before my eyes—my only way out of this mess.
Angry, my heart pounding like mad, I pushed through the group. They fell apart before me, revealing a lone man.
Dressed in a crisp grey suit, he clearly wasn't fire or EMT. He stared at my home with his hands in his pockets, a small smile at his lips.
I ran at him in a rage. Who the fuck was he? “What are you doing?!" I faced him down, barely holding back from pummeling him. "Get out of the way." Clearly, he was the reason why they weren't doing anything.
At my approach, he turned towards me, rubbing a thumb across his lip amusedly. On his left ring finger was a gold ring, with the OG insignia. His voice was droll but amused. “I would've thought you'd learned your lesson by now, Miss Duvall."
"What the hell?” Smoke was filling my nose, the roar of the flames loud in my ears. From here, I could see that the fire was raging in the study.
All my dad's books.
My mom's stuff.
Family pictures.
The comforts of dead parents, turning to ash.
The man stepped closer, his light gray eyes cold and unmoving. "Do as the Magnolia says, or else..." He left the rest of the sentence unsaid.
Heart raging, I wanted to scream. How could they do this? How could they?
"Do you understand, Miss Duvall?”
