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“He’s here,” Jacob announces once they’re seated around me at the table. “He has a tracker in Melody.”
Steele makes a noise in the back of his throat. “You’re kidding.”
They both glance at the insertion tool. It’s a bit ironic, I think. IwantedJacob to put one in me, only for that to trigger a phantom sensation.
But what I don’t understand is how I could’ve forgotten if it was so new. If I can see the tool and feel it going into my skin, but not see him do it.
At first, I thought it was because he drugged me. I was asleep or something. Exactly what Jacobwantedme to think about my cousin. But that’s not right, because then I wouldn’t remember it at all.
So… when? How?
And what kind of sadistic mastermind is my ex-husband?
60
MELODY
Unknown: Meet me at your old house, and I won’t kill your boy toy.
* * *
The back of my rented house comes into view. The yard is fenced, and I slip around to the gate. Then in. Jacob used to come in the back, I think. The lock was broken—and sure enough, it still is. Or perhaps Henry is inside, and he left it open for me.
I step into the dark house.
My heart is in my throat, but I ignore it and keep pressing forward. My skin is buzzing with adrenaline.
The house is familiar in the worst way.
Thereis where the lightbulb burst, alerting me to Henry’s presence.
Thereis where Jacob pressed me against the wall after I slapped him in my classroom.
All the furniture is gone. The glass shards from the floor, the little cameras, even the table where he presented his evidence of Jacob’s deceit. All removed.
The house sits empty and silent, and I spin in a slow circle in the living room.
A creak sounds above me. My gaze is drawn to the ceiling, and I spend only a second wondering if he’s up there.
Of course he is.
Haunting my bedroom.
I leave my purse on the kitchen counter and take the gun with me. There’s a safety on the side. And it’s loaded. Jacob gave me a tiny little crash course before he left it with me. And he made some mention of the bullets being small enough to not makethatmuch of an impact.
Which right now is not really reassuring.
Can I pull the trigger not once, but twice? Or again and again until the chamber is empty?
I make it to the top of the stairs and turn into my old bedroom.
Henry stands in the center of the empty room. It makes me want to run in the other direction. But I’m here. I can’t just run away again.
I clear my throat and step farther in, getting his attention.
“Ah, Melody. Beautiful, as always.” His gaze sweeps my figure, and his attention lands on the gun in my hand. “Do you plan on using that?”
“Yes.” I square my shoulders. “You continuously threaten me. You tried to kill me.”
