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“Help!” I scream. “My sister… She’s trapped!”
They say nothing. Their faces are blank with dead eyes. I’m too weak to resist when two of them grab my shoulders. They’re not taking me back to the road. Instead, they drag me deeper into the thicket of trees.
I dig the heels of my feet into the mud to leave a trail and protest. “No, you have to help her.”
I try to scratch and kick; I’m too weak, and they’re too strong. They throw me down like a piece of rubbish. When I look up again, I see his face twisting into a menacing snarl.
“Did you genuinely think you could leave me?” Spencer sneers. He grabs a fistful of my hair, making me howl in pain.
“You can hurt me, but help Daisy,” I plead. “She’s done nothing wrong. None of this is her fault!”
Over his shoulder, the other men join us, carrying a limp figure in their arms. Spencer drops his grip on me. Maybe he’s going to help us after all.
“Daisy!” I yelp as they drop her carelessly. I stretch my arm, wanting to take her hand and let her know I’m here. Spencer’s foot stamps down on it with force, crushing the bones in my fingers. I scream as the searing pain makes my vision swim.
“All of this is your fault, Ivy,” Spencer says. “Her death will be your fault, too.”
“No!” I beg, trying. “Spencer, please. I’ll come back to London. I’ll come back to the mansion. I’ll do anything!”
He kicks me in the ribs, and I curl into a ball to protect myself as the blows keep coming. All I think of is Daisy, a few feet away, clinging to life. Please let her be okay.
“I’m only here for this one,” Spencer addresses his men. “Why don’t you have fun with her sister before we kill them both?”
“No!” My horrified voice echoes around the woods as a man tears the front of Daisy’s dress open. “Stop it! Don’t fucking touch her!”
Spencer kneels at my side. Vomit rises in my throat as he inspects my tattered jacket. Is he doing this because he found out about my drink with Freddie? Did he see us? Spencer rifles through the pockets and finds the card with Freddie’s number. His face twists into a look of blazing fury. He rips the paper into tiny pieces and throws them up like confetti.
“You’re mine, Ivy,” he declares. “If I can’t have you, no one can.”
Seconds later, his fist slams into my jaw. I see stars as he rolls me onto my stomach and climbs on top of me, using his thighs to pin me in place. Dead leaves silence me as I open my mouth to yell.
“If you want to act like a slut,” he hisses, yanking my dress up to my hips, “I’ll treat you like one.”
He grips my hair again, forcing my head upwards at an awkward angle, then smashes my face onto the ground. My nose breaks. A gush of warmth spills down my face and leaves the bitter taste of iron in my mouth.
I try to stay awake as he pulls my knickers down, but I can’t. My consciousness drifts. Everything hurts. The agony is all-consuming, and I can’t tell where the pain is coming from. No matter how much my mind tries to fight it, my body can’t.
I’m going to die here. Spencer will kill us both, and our bodies will never be found. My sister, the person I love more than anyone in the world, is going to die.
There’s nothing I can do to stop it.
I’m powerless.
* * *
I was reborn again that night.
The Killers Club gave me power. They turned me into a brutal killing machine and severed me from my emotions.
The promise of revenge has kept my heart beating for the last five years, but how far will I go to get what I want, and who will I have to kill to get it?
CHAPTER1
IVY
PRESENT DAY…
“We need to go,” Stephanie hisses in my ear. “Now.”
