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“I’m not stupid, Leo.” She rolls her eyes. “When I ran into her at the store, I knew it was her. I was skeptical at first, but no matter what changes she makes to her appearance, I can tell. She is my sister, after all.”

“And yet you haven’t turned her in to authorities. Why?”

“I plan on it. She deserves to be locked away. Veronica isn’t right in the head; you of all people know this.”

The music around me has since turned silent. Not because it stopped playing, but because I am in my head and can’t hear anything other than Stephanie's voice paired with the one that thinks we are friends.

She has a point. It says. Veronica isn’t right in the head. She needs to be dealt with.

“I’m dealing with her,” I respond to the voice, but Stephanie takes it as if it was meant for her.

Are you? Why won’t it leave me alone?

“How are you dealing with it, Leo?” Stephanie folds her arms across her chest. “Why haven’t you called the asylum to lock her back up?”

“Why haven’t you?” I throw the question right back in her face.

“Call me curious.” She shrugs. “When I was shopping with my friend for tonight, I saw our sisters at the same store. Veronica’s voice gave her away, but when I got closer to her and realized I wasn’t losing my mind, I didn’t tell her I knew it was her. I wanted to see what she was doing before I called. Part of me hoped she got better and deserved a life outside of Black Lake.”

“And she doesn’t deserve one?” What did she see in Veronica that day that made her believe she wasn’t fit for civilization?

“No. She doesn’t.” Stephanie drops her arms, closing the gap between us. “Veronica needs to be in a place where she can’t hurt people anymore. Physically and emotionally.” She flashes a sad smile, knowing that Veronica has hurt me in both ways.

Physically, with the knife, and emotionally, she has hurt me twice. And that shit hurt just as much as the metal that pierced my skin.

“Call the asylum, Leo. You know it’s the right thing to do.”

“I know.” It isn’t the right thing to do.

“Good. Because if you don’t, I will.”

With that, she walks off, leaving me alone. My teeth clench together, the pressure hurting my jaw. Huffing out a breath, I head outside to clear my head.

CHAPTER 46

Chloe

I don’t know what hurts more. My heart or my head.

My heart felt like it was shattered into pieces after discovering that the person I thought was becoming my best friend wasn’t my friend at all. Leo told us that Veronica had manipulated him to get what she wanted. So what did she want from me? Why did she pretend to be my friend?

Ever since Myles brought me up to our suite, I’ve had a pounding headache. Granted, it could have been from the loud music and the lack of water, but when we got into the silence of our room, the pain grew stronger. It had its own pulse, almost matching the beat of the music playing at the reception.

My reception. My wedding.

That got ruined by the fact my Maid of Honor is a liar and the psychopath who hurt my brother.

I rub my forehead, attempting to ease the pain. With my eyes shut, I hear the faucet in the bathroom turn on, run for a bit, and then turn off again. Footsteps grow closer to me; each step on the hardwood sends a bolt of pain to my head.

“Drink this.” I open my eyes to find Myles handing me a glass of water. When I take it from him, I bring it to my lips and savor the cold liquid as it refreshes my body. He holds out a hand that has two white pills lying in his palm. “Tylenol. For the headache.”

“I didn’t tell you I had one.”

Myles grabs my free hand and dumps the pills into my palm. “You didn’t have to, Chlo. I know you.”

Although I’m angry with him, I’m grateful for him. I swallow one pill at a time and then finish the rest of the water.

“How could you not tell me?”