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"That's wonderful," Chloe said, as if she wasn't seething on the inside. "I'm so relieved. I was worried about you. I popped in to visit, but you'd already been discharged. I figured you'd be resting."
You're full of shit, I thought.
"Always so thoughtful," I said sarcastically. "Where did you get the teddy bear from?" I was done tiptoeing around the truth. We both knew I knew exactly what happened. The only reason I didn't jump over the table right now and strangle her was because there were witnesses. That and I wanted her to suffer.
"Zachary gave it to me," she said with mock innocence. "She's so cute, with her little blue tutu." She cocked her head. "What's wrong? He didn't give you one too?" She clicked her tongue in mock sympathy.
"You know he did," I snapped. "Inside it was a capsule of toxic gas and a timer to release it. Which you know all about, because it was your idea. Yours or his. How long have you been working together?" I hadn't meant to ask that. I didn't want to talk about Zachary, but the words were out and I wanted the answer anyway. Not that I was naïve enough to think she’d give me one.
"I have no idea what you're going on about. Why would Zachary work with me?" She laughed, but the sound was higher than usual, as it was when she was nervous.
I rested my elbows on the table and clasped my hands in front of me. The black gloss polish on my nails caught the light.
"I've been asking myself the same question. The only answer I can come up with is a momentary lapse of judgement on his part. Or maybe hewantedto be on the losing side. Why—I assume it involves you sucking his cock."
Chloe leaned forward, resting her own elbows on the table. Her own nails were baby pink.
"Has it crossed your mind I had nothing to do with what happened? Have you, even for a second, considered he was working alone? You should be flattered. Out of both of us, he went after you. He could just as easily have tried to kill me too. Then what would have happened? Dad would have had no choice but to make Zachary his heir."
"Dad would choose Kennedy before he chose Zachary," I said. Our older half sister had already renounced any claim on any part of the family inheritance, but if we were gone, Dad would find a way to convince her to change her mind. He could be persuasive when he needed to be.
"Then perhaps you should warn Kennedy that Zachary might come after her." Chloe shrugged.
"He won't go after her if he didn't go after you," I said. "And the only reason he didn't go after you was because you and he are working together. By your own reasoning, he has no reason to leave you alive."
"Unless he thinks he can use me for something. Hell, for all I know my teddy bear has a capsule inside it that hasn't gone off yet." She sat back.
"Prove it," I said. "Show me this bear."
"Don't you have a make-up exam to study for?" she asked.
"After I see the bear." I couldn't entirely discount the possibility Zachary did this all by himself. Getting rid of us and Kennedy would force Dad's hand. Dad would be pissed if he killed us, but he'd appreciate Zachary's ambition.
Chloe sighed loudly. "Fine. Let's get this over with then. Some of us have work to do." She snatched up her books and laptop and stomped away.
I scooped up my own books and strode after her.
* * *
I hadn't been in her room since we first arrived at Brutham. I'd helped carry a couple of boxes from the car, but hadn't had a reason to be here after that.
Like our rooms at home, mine looked like a bomb went off inside a wardrobe. Clothes were always scattered all over the floor and on the top of the desk and chair. A bra often dangled over the edge of my bed.
Like always, Chloe’s room was spotless. If I didn’t know better, I’d think she didn’t live here. The space was too tidy for a normal person.
"Here it is." She snatched up the teddy bear and all but threw it at me.
I grabbed it and squeezed its torso. "I need a knife."
"What makes you think I keep a knife here?" she asked, like cum wouldn’t melt in her mouth.
I gave her a sidelong glance and held out my hand.
She rolled her eyes but stepped over to the table beside the bed and opened the drawer. She pulled out a knife and handed it to me, blade first.
I eyed her carefully, before taking the blade between my thumb and forefinger and slipping it out of her hand. I wouldn't put it past her to take this opportunity to stab me. I would have seriously considered it myself, but she didn't.
I moved a neat pile of books stacked on her desk, to the side and placed the teddy on the scratched, mahogany surface. I slashed the knife across the plush torso, exposing the stuffing. Placing the knife out of reach of my dear sister, I started to pull the stuffing out of the teddy bear.
