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He’s fading. The Benadryl will take him any minute now, but I may as well see if I can get more information out of him.

“Why do you suppose Diana had a reaction?” I say. “No one else did.”

“I don’t know,” he says, “but the Steels… They get what they fucking deserve.”

I jerk awake.

My heart is pounding, and I feel sick. Really sick.

God, that night. Whoring myself out to Pat Lamone to get information. Thank God he passed out before…

I shiver at the thought.

But the memory. The dream.

It’s like it happened yesterday.

Only…I’m more alert now. And something he said triggers me.

The Steels get what they fucking deserve.

Oh my God.

Pat said he spiked the punch.

And I’m sure he did.

But I think… I think he may have poisoned Diana Steel on purpose.

Even then, he had something against the Steels.

Did he know? Did he know then that he might be a relative?

I turn to grab Brock—

But he’s not there. Sammy’s not at the foot of the bed either.

“Brock?”

It’s four forty-five. Even Brock doesn’t get up this early.

I get out of bed, find my jeans and shirt, and pull them on quickly. “Brock?” I leave the bedroom.

I find him in the kitchen on the phone. Sammy is scratching at the door to come in. I open the door, and she comes racing in and laps up some water from her bowl.

“Brock? What’s wrong?”

He motions for me to be quiet.

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

BROCK

Rory stands before me, her eyes wide, her hair falling out of her ponytail that she didn’t take down before we fell asleep.

My God.

I love her so much.

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