Page 297 of Trick or Stalk

I continue before cowardice can find me. “It wasn't an accident.”

Her lips part.

“It wasn't a fight that went too far.” My heartbeat pounds in my ears. “I decided he was going to die.”

Presley stares at me.

“And then I made sure he did.”

Silence fills the cabin.

“What did Wilder do?”

Of course she asks that.

“He helped me afterward.”

Her face changes. “What do you mean?”

I sigh and run a hand through my hair. “He burned the house. Destroyed what was left.”

She gasps.

I keep going anyway. “Wilder always liked fire.” I glance toward the window. “Burning trash. Bonfires. Anything he could get away with.”

I look back at her. “That night, I put it to use.”

Presley is silent for so long I can hear the refrigerator humming.

“There was a body in the house when it burned?”

“Yes.”

“Grant’s body.”

“Yes.”

“And you planned it.”

“Yes.”

“Do you regret it?”

There are a hundred answers that would make me sound better. But I don't use any of them.

“No.”

Her eyes widen slightly.

“I regret what Wilder had to do.” I swallow. “I regret what my mother lived through. I regret not getting Wilder out sooner. I regret a lot of fucking things.”

My gaze stays locked on hers. “But killing Grant?” I shake my head. “No.”

I stand there, silently watching her.

I just revealed it all. The skeletons have been dragged from my closet for her to see.

Brutally honest.