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“Conor . . . do not let anything happen to her,” I repeated in a low, desperate tone.
There was a pause before he said, “Yeah, man. I got you.”
I’d hung up and turned off my phone and settled in to wait before I could do something stupid . . . like fuck the plan and kill the ghost and Mickey before finding Jessica’s mom.
I’d always trusted Conor and Beck with Lily’s life, but my entire relationship with her had been a job I’d been consumed by.
Jessica would never be anything less than the chaos that fit perfectly beside my darkness, but her safety while I finished this job was my priority.
And I’d let myself relax, knowing my priority was safe with Conor watching over her.
I felt my heart rate slow when the car began moving and tried to listen for a rustling sound. The sound of bodies moving. The sound of breathing.
There was nothing. And that’s when I realized I’d only heard one door shut.
As the SUV drove off the estate, I wondered if he knew. If he’d seen me.
Preparing if he had.
Because if he had, what followed this part of the plan was fucked. And it was on me. I wouldn’t know how to forgive myself for being the one who ruined it.
Jessica would be wrecked if I couldn’t save her mom, but the man driving wasn’t leading me to her anyway if he’d seen me waiting for his return.
I lifted one of my blades just enough to look over the seat, and found the man’s reflection in the rearview mirror. His eyes were on the road ahead. Now that I could see them in the light of day, they were exactly as Jessica had described.
Cold. Dead.
I lowered the blade before he could see it, and just over a minute from when we’d left Holloway, we slowed and turned onto uneven ground.
He knew.
I let that darkness spread until it was all I knew.
Let the monster inside stretch and seethe and consume.
Pray Nightshade doesn’t find you.
He’ll slit your throat and bleed you dry.
I felt my mouth curve into a grin, the action from something that wasn’t me.
And I couldn’t do a damn thing to stop it.
Trees covered the outside of the car as we continued at a crawling pace and finally rolled to a stop.
Not a sound. Not a trace.
Feed the blade. Watch the light fade.
I opened the back door just enough to slip out when he did, shutting it at the same time. I didn’t notice where we were. I didn’t notice anything except the sounds of his feet on the grass, tracking where he was as he came closer to where I stood.
Four feet.
Three.
Two.
I let him round the back of the car before I slid in front of him. Gripping his hair and yanking his head back, I drew my blade across his throat before he even had time to react.
