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“Isobel, talk to me. What’s wrong?” Mack. Mack’s voice. Mack’s hands.
She looked down and it was like watching puppets. She watched the Mack puppet grab the Isobel puppet by the shoulders. But the Isobel doll just stood frozen, looking over Mack’s shoulder like a frightened rabbit.
She was dying.
No.
She was dead.
All of this—the little town of Hawthorne. Liam, Mack, the twins, Mel.
Hunter.
None of it had ever happened.
She was still sixteen years old, wasn’t she? She’d just swallowed a bottle of pills. Her dad hadn’t come home and found her in time.
People said your life flashed before your eyes when you died, but they never told you it was the future you got to see and not just the past—the future life you could have had.
But Isobel wouldn’t get to live any of it.
There would never be a summer at the stable with Rick’s family. There wouldn’t be any of the years at Cornell or dating Jason or Dad dying of cancer. She wouldn’t mind missing out on some of that.
But it also meant there would be no Wyoming. No Mel’s Horse rescue.
No falling in love with the love of her life.
She’d miss it all.
And why?
Because she thought things were so miserable that she couldn’t stand another day of it? Of living in that house with that woman talking down to her and making her feel two inches small?
God, there was so much more to life! It wasn’t fair! She’d been just a kid. She hadn’t known what choice she was making.
And now she never would.
So why? Why show her what she would never have? Why be so fucking cruel?
“Isobel! Thank God! I finally found you!”
Isobel had never believed any of the bullshit about how people who committed suicide went to hell but everything she was experiencing was making her question her belief.
Why else would Catrina be showing up in her afterlife?
Lightning flashed from all sides. Blood roared in Isobel’s ears. When she focused her energy on Catrina, suddenly she was back in her body and flying toward the bitch.
Actually flying. Her feet barely touched the ground. Her body defied gravity. She was fucking invincible.
And she was going to make Catrina pay. She was a fucking superhero and this bitch was finally going down.
Ding dong, the fucking witch is dead.
Isobel crashed into Catrina with every ounce of momentum she’d gained, immediately taking her to the ground. Her hands wrapped around her stepmother’s throat.
As soon as she did, though, Catrina’s face distorted and her eyes started glowing red. Horns sprouted from her temples on both sides of her head.
“She’s the devil!” Isobel shrieked. “It’s Satan!”
