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There was just one word on the screen.
The Demon:
Jenna
I threw the phone onto the table as if it had bitten me. “No!”
Cain picked it up and looked at the screen, frowning.
My fingers were shaking as I took it from him and began to text back.
Aurora:
Why? She’s never done anything.
Demon:
She’s one of your ties to a world where you don’t belong. It’s time to come home, Delilah.
Cain’s eyes were icy as I turned to him. There was a catch in my voice when I said, “I can’t… I can’t…”
“You won’t,” he said. “We’ll get Jenna to disappear. I have the contacts to get her out of here to safety. But…”
“I need someone who looks like her,” I said. “Someone who I don’t mind killing.”
I snapped my fingers.
“What?” Cain asked.
“How about a terrible, boyfriend-stealing roommate? She even lives in the right place… if we can make it look like the roommate disappeared, like she ran back home after the terrible murder in her own dorm room, then there’s no reason for the Demon to suspect it wasn’t really Jenna.” He’d be suspicious. He knew I wouldn’t kill a friend if I could help it.
That must be why my phone pinged again, then again, then again.
Each time with a bloody photo of my men. Pax. Remy. Stellan. Proof of life...and proof of torture.
Tears sprang to my eyes.
“It’s alright,” Cain said. “They’re tough bastards, Aurora. They’ll hang on while we get to them.”
I nodded, blinking away the tears, trying to smile through my grief. “I’ve got someone to kill. I need to focus on that.”
That night, I made my way to Jenna’s dorm room. Some sick part of me wouldn’t stop wondering what I would do if killing the real Jenna was the only way to protect my men. Would I really choose my best friend over their lives?
But I couldn’t dwell on that. There was no reason to. I already had a plan.
Thanks to Remy, we all had master swipe keys for the whole campus. So I didn’t pause outside my old dorm room, where the laughter of girls rose up down the hall. The entire place had a creamy scent of lotion and body spray, like I’d wandered into a Bath and Body Works, but I’d bet that it smelled a lot better than the men’s dorm.
I stepped into the room and for a second, I thought the blonde haired girl facing away from me at her desk was Jenna. But she was on my side of the room. An unexpected flare of jealousy spiked through my chest. I was glad I lived at the Sphinx now—when I lived anywhere—but I still also missed this place and the week I’d had pretending to have a normal life, to be a normal girl with a real, living best friend.
“Jenna,” she said without looking back at me. “Do you think you could pick up your side of the room? It’s disgusting.”
I frowned at Jenna’s perfectly tidy side of the room. It seemed strange that she had the same white comforter–still stained with a tiny dot of red paint–and peach-colored sheets on her bed, the same framed photo of her with her parents and siblings smiling at the beach on the desk. It made it feel like time had stayed still in here while my whole life reeled out of control.
“I swear you’re making our whole room smell like you,” she made a gagging sound. “No wonder Jayden dumped you for me. You’re such a mess.”
“Make it easy for me to cut your throat, why don’t you?” I asked.
She spun around in her desk chair, a look of horror crossing her face. She did look surprisingly like Jenna—same height and build, same blonde hair and brown eyes. Which was good, because that was all I planned on leaving behind.
