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MORGAN
Icouldn’t believe that Emily was saved by Lucas. My Lucas! No way would I allow her to take him, too. Everything in my life, she took from me, and I refused to let it go on any longer.
We drove to the cottage, and though I wasn’t sure of the location, Samara was guiding me through my mind.
Emily was persistent about inviting Ember, but fortunately, she didn’t answer the phone. She was probably asleep, considering it was the middle of the night, so I told Emily I’d text Ember on the way and give her the address, knowing we wouldn’t have reception later. Or I assumed we wouldn’t because the cottage was out in the middle of nowhere in upstate New York.
We got to the cottage—an eerie building with vines that crept over the stone exterior, and cobwebs in every crevice. I invited Emily inside, stepping through the front door for the first time, myself.
“What an interesting place,” Emily said with a positive tone. I guess it was her polite way of calling the place a dump. It had potential but had been abandoned for so many years that it looked decrepit. “So, where did you get the cottage?”
“It was my grandmother’s,” I lied. “It’s been in the family for generations, passed down to me now.”
Emily gawked at the cottage. “Wow, that’s so cool. You and Ember both have a place like this. Now I need one,” she teased, laughing.
I forced a laugh, attempting to make it sound less fake and more genuine, but it was so hard. She wasn’t even funny.
“Make yourself comfortable,” I said, gesturing to the couch. “I’ll make us some drinks.”
Emily nodded, taking a seat. Dust stirred from the cushion, the particles clouding the air for several minutes before it settled, and Emily choked out a cough.
Grinning, I faced the small kitchen counter, swiping the bottles from the bag that was strapped around my shoulder. Breaking the seal on the bottle of poison, I poured damn near the entire bottle, saving only a few drops in case I needed it for a later date. I didn’t need to use the whole bottle but figured what the hell.
I stirred the drinks, satisfied with myself for finally bringing the plan to fruition. Everything was going according to plan, and soon I would be rid of Emily permanently. As Samara suggested, I would feed her the poison, and then burn the cottage to the ground. Samara was sick of the existence of this cottage as it reminded her of her banishment long ago. And I was only too eager to agree.
Emily didn’t sit down. After the dust suffocated her earlier, she stood and walked about the cottage, as if inspecting it.
I handed her the drink, and we clinked our glasses together in cheers. “Drink up. Bartenders know how to make the good stuff,” I joked, gesturing for her to take a sip.
I waited in eager anticipation as Emily stared at her drink. Come on, already! Drink, dammit!
