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Unknown:I know, but it’s what you need.
I grind my teeth.
Me:This isn’t what I need. Everyone thinks I’m a murderer.
Unknown:You are a murderer, Lakyn.
I instantly turn off my screen, setting my phone face down on my chest. I don’t need to be reminded of the biggest mistake of my life.
My phone buzzes.
I squeeze my eyes shut, wanting to ignore it. Pleading with myself to ignore it, but I can’t, and my fingers grip my phone as I open the message.
Unknown:Everything I ever do is for you, Lakyn. Just remember that. As the bodies fall, you’ll fall, too. For me.
CHAPTER TWELVE
LAKYN
Today is a good day.
“I’m so fucking happy,” Vienna cries.
“Drinks. We need drinks.” Archer walks around his kitchen, grabbing shot glasses and liquor.
“It’s good fucking news to me,” Kyler mumbles, licking the edges of the blunt.
Eloise is okay.
She is going to live.
My eyes blur with tears, and I shove the heels of my palms against my eyes to keep them at bay. I’ve cried too much lately, and I’m not weak. I never have been, but there’s something about me that’s changed since coming home that’s caused me to be an absolute wreck.
We’ve been waiting all day. For any news.
Life. Death.
Ever since the party last night, we’ve all been sitting around, waiting for something to happen. Yet I don’t know what it is exactly we’re waiting for.
Until now.
Eloise’s mom finally called, and though she sounded hurried, she told us the good news.
Eloise woke up, and she’s recovering well.
She can come home soon.
“It’s good news, though we still don’t know who this fucker is that’s knifing people,” Reign snaps, pouring himself a shot. He tips it back, his Adam’s apple bobbing when he swallows. My eyes zero in on his corded neck, how fucking strong and powerful he seems even when taking a drink.
Shit. What is wrong with me.
“I don’t even care right now. I just want to celebrate over the fact that my best friend is going to live,” Posie says, making her own drink.
“Yeah, but Reign is right. After the death last night, that makes one attempt, one success. What the hell is his goal?”
To get to me.
But I can’t say the words, because something about my masked man keeps me quiet.
