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“You’re lucky I’m a Blades fan, man,” the guard mumbled, clicking something on his tablet screen again. “Here. Don’t tell anyone I did all this shit for you, okay?”
I peered at the screen, watching as the hooded attacker—presumably Michaela—stepped away from Tate’s car and headed up the same path Sienna had walked up just a few minutes earlier. She finally disappeared from the frame, leaving the lot empty.
“Fast-forward from there,” I said, glancing up at the guard.
He acquiesced, pressing on a button on the screen.
“There.” I lifted a finger, signaling for him to let the footage play again. Sienna had just appeared on the path again, accompanied by the same black-hooded person who’d just attacked Tate only moments before. She’d changed out of her gown, and she was carrying a bag on her right arm.
The two of them stepped into the lot and headed toward Tate’s car. I couldn’t see much due to the camera quality, and I couldn’t hear anything either, but I could still feel Sienna’s panic through the screen as she discovered Tate bloodied and unconscious in his car. She whirled around to face Michaela, who charged forward and punched her in the face multiple times, sending her reeling backward.
After that, Michaela pulled something out of her pocket. A fucking syringe. She jabbed the needle into Sienna’s neck and started dragging her across the lot, until the two of them disappeared from the frame again.
“Shit, man. You were right,” the guard said softly. “There was a second attack.”
I barely even registered his words. My gut was clenching, and I could taste blood in my mouth as a mix of panic, terror, and regret swept through me.
I’d promised to protect Sienna, but I’d already failed.
She was gone.
Sienna
I blinked and groaned as my eyes fluttered open. My head hurt like hell. I couldn’t remember anything I’d done recently, but there had to be a reason for the pain. Hangover, perhaps? Or I could’ve fallen over somewhere.
I blinked again and tried to sit up. Panic surged through me as I realized I wasn’t in my bed but slumped in the passenger seat of a car. Ropes had been fastened around my ankles and wrists so I couldn’t move or get out.
“Finally awake, huh?” Michaela’s voice filtered into my head from my left side. “The guy at the club said that thing would only knock you out for an hour. But it’s been three. For a while I actually thought you might’ve died.”
She punctuated that sentence with a throaty laugh.
“Where are we going?” I asked, stomach churning with fear.
“You’ll see.” Michaela’s voice was silky and casual, like she was simply driving us to a shopping mall for a girly shopping trip.
The pulsing ache in my head finally brought back all the details of the attack. “How did you know?” I asked, struggling to sit up straight. I was immediately hit with a wave of dizziness and nausea.
“How did I know that you and Tate found out about me, you mean?” she asked, glancing over at me.
“Yes.”
She scoffed. “Because you’re both fucking idiots.”
“Could you be more specific?”
Michaela sighed. “Greg texted me and told me that you uncovered our relationship. After that, I knew it was only a matter of time before you linked that with the massacre. I mean, you’re completely obsessed with it, and Tate’s always been happy to go along with whatever you say. Plus he’s so obsessed with crime in general. Do you remember how he used to make us watch Forensic Files with him all the time?” She paused to take a breath and gave me a side-eyed glance. “Did you two really think Greg wouldn’t tell me?”
“He wasn’t supposed to—”
“Wasn’t supposed to have access to a phone?” Michaela laughed. “He got his lawyer to text me to warn me that the story of our alleged affair might end up in the media soon.”
“Right,” I muttered, gingerly rubbing my temples again.
“As soon as he texted me, I started tracking you. I wanted to figure out the best way to get you alone and deal with you now that you either knew the truth or were close to figuring it out.” She smiled and dipped her chin toward the center console, where the empty syringe she’d used to incapacitate me was lying askew. “After I got that, of course. You can get anything at the clubs around Worthington, you know. As long as you have the cash for it.”
“How did you track me?”
She rolled her eyes. “Your phone. I installed the find-a-friend app on it and linked it to my phone ages ago. Just in case,” she said. “Anyway, I knew I had to split you and Tate up somehow, because there’s no way I could take you both on at the same time, so I waited until you went back to Worthington. Then I texted Tate and pretended I was at the library. I had a feeling you’d feel safe enough to split up then, seeing as you’d both think I wasn’t anywhere near the residence hall. I was right. You morons played right into my hand and split up just like that.”
