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I pound a fist across the wheel, over and over, speeding down the highway, hating myself for not being there for her. Hating that I was in some meeting for my company that means nothing in comparison to what she means to me.
“Fuuuck!”
I can’t lose her!
Pressing a button on my cell, I track Kayla’s location using the GPS installed in the eye of her wolf necklace. It reveals what I already knew. She’s with Sophia.
The killer has them both.
I know for certain someone is gonna die today, and I pray it’s me.
CHAPTER THIRTY-NINE
KAYLA
My heartbeats skipto a fast crescendo as I park my car across the street from Cammie’s parents’ home. My knees jerk and the pulse in my throat beats faster, but I get to my feet anyway.
I can’t let the fear of what’s inside that house stop me. She needs me. I can’t let her die after everything she survived.
But life isn’t fair sometimes. It takes and takes until you have nothing left to give but the bones in your body. But even that isn’t enough.
For all the people who have endured what we have, I wish life offered us more. Yet it doesn’t. It never has.
The home stares back at me. Calling to me. Two stories. Plain white with navy shutters. Simple. No other homes in the near vicinity. Nothing but acres of fresh, green grass. No one to hear the horrors transpiring inside those walls.
With my knife clutched in my palm, I give my cell a final glance, but don’t yet see a message from Adriel. I know he’s probably not checking his phone while at his meeting, and right now I wish he was. I need him. There aren’t many people I trust in this world, and he has quickly become number one on that list. Maybe that’s foolish after he lied to me about his identity, but in the end, does it even matter? He did it because he had to, and he spent his days making sure I was safe. Who has ever looked out for me that way except my friends and my parents? No one.
Coming here alone may cost me everything, though. Him. A future we could have. But I refuse to be the girl I once was. Scared of my own shadow. The life I had while being the Bianchi whore has changed me.
If I’m honest, I changed the moment Elsie ran off into Michael’s car. When they beat me and raped me to make me talk, when they held me in a cage for days without any food and only just enough water to survive. But I didn’t talk. I think that’s when something truly shifted inside me and I became part of the woman I am today. I’d do anything for the people I care about, and that includes Cammie now.
On the way here, I sent Michael a message about where I was going. I wasn’t going to, but in the end, I thought the more people who knew where I was, the better. I’m not an idiot. I know I can only do so much by myself.
Unfortunately, though, he never responded. Which is unlike him…
I thought maybe I should text Elsie too, but thought better of it. She’d worry and stress. I don’t want that. She’s done enough worrying about me.
I can do this. I have a plan. Maybe a stupid plan, but a plan nonetheless.
I figure if I can offer the killer something he may want more in exchange for Cammie, then I can buy us some time until someone shows up to help. Maybe the killer will even let Cammie go.
I guess we’ll find out.
With a heaviness in my throat, I cross the street and slowly reach the door. The pressure in my chest increases, my pulse skipping and unsteady.
Before I even turn the knob, I know it’s already open. It creaks as I push it further, reeling as the sweet, metallic odor hits my nostrils almost immediately. My eyes widen and fear grips my throat.
I know that smell well.
Blood.
And a lot of it.
Terror powers through my veins, and my pulse pumps furiously. Every inch of me trembles as I cross the threshold, unsure if she’s already dead. If it’s her blood I’m smelling. I want to call out for her, yet I don’t know if that would alert Dr. Collins.
As soon as I step further inside, I see someone’s bare foot on the ground. A woman’s foot.
“Cammie!” I call out, rushing for her, unable to stop myself from caring if he’s about to jump out and kill me. “Nonono!”
