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My brows shoot up. “What?” I rush out, remembering exactly what we’d come home to after being away and searching my parents’ mountain home. Carver’s home was trashed, but that’s not all that happened. “You killed Lady Dante?”
Her eyes go wide with fear as my hands ball into tight fists, my brass knuckles tightening against my skin as I picture the sweet sound that it would make when I smash her nose right into the back of her skull. “No, I swear, I had nothing to do with that. The dog was barking at me the whole time. I didn’t kill it. I even fixed its stupid automatic feeder because it was jammed. I’m a dog person, I could never, but I know who did.” I hold my breath, unable to handle the emotions welling up inside me, and the longer she waits, the harder it gets to control myself. “It was Knox,” she continues. “I heard him boasting about it at a party one night. He knew that you and I had our differences and he thought that telling me about the dog would create some kind of kinship between us, but … no. Just … no.”
I take three slow, deep breaths, trying to calm myself but have to turn into King’s chest and slowly inhale, breathing in his warm, inviting scent while trying to find some level of control.
“Then why the fuck did you trash his place?” Grayson questions, picking up where I left off. “It doesn’t make any fucking sense.”
“I … for a while, I thought that he was the reason you didn’t want to be with me. You wanted him, and I could see how badly and I was so jealous. It made me so mad, especially because before you showed up, he’d show me all that attention. I just … I lost it and trashed his place, but I swear,” she says, her gaze shifting back to Carver’s. “Everything that’s in my trust fund is yours. I feel awful, especially because you have little sisters who are supposed to be living in that home. I wasn’t thinking about that shit. I just acted and I’m sorry for that.”
Carver shakes his head. “I don’t want your money, Sara. I just want to know what you know.”
She nods, looking nervously between the five of us, knowing that she’s about to show her ace and hoping to God that it doesn’t backfire on her. “He’s been sleeping in the school,” she tells us. “I’m not sure where, but he’s there. I swear my life on it.”
And just like that, the five of us stalk straight out of her room, that tiny piece of information that we’ve been needing for so long sitting heavy on my chest and promising that Knox Delacourt will finally get what’s coming for him.
CHAPTER 27
The Escalade tears through the streets of Ravenwood Heights and as we pass straight by my old high school, irritation floods my veins, but we’re not running into this blind. There’s no way in hell that we’re going to allow Knox to slip through our fingers again. We have to play it smart. Besides, there’s always the possibility that Sara has bad information. She’s not exactly someone that I have any intention of trusting, but her desperation speaks volumes and it’s a lead that none of us are willing to sleep on.
All four of the guys look out the window as we pass the school, searching for any lights that shouldn’t be on or any signs for whereabout Knox would be staying within the school. Silence fills the Escalade but their thoughts have never been so loud. Tonight is the night. He will die and finally make up for the shit he’s put us all through.
It takes two minutes to get from the school all the way back to my home and I have to give Carver credit where it’s due; I think that’s the fastest he’s ever done it. Usually it’s a good five to ten-minute drive, though it’s quickly creeping toward eleven at night and there’s not another car in sight, giving Carver complete freedom on the roads.
We bail out of the Escalade, all doors closing behind us before the engine has even finished rumbling. We wait the painstakingly long few seconds it takes for Grayson to enter the latest security code, and before I know it, we’re barging down the door and rushing through my home.
The boys each go their separate directions while I storm straight up to my room, pulling off my clothes in the process while trying to figure out my best bringer of death outfit. After all, I want to look good when sending Knox to his grave, but I also want him to take one look at me and fear the moment he decided to ever fuck with me.
