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His eyes try to shut, but I grab his jaw, forcing them to open and stare at the mirror above our heads.
“We have a long way to go,” I tell him calmly. “And you’re going to be awake for all of it, even if I have to sew your eyelids open. So you choose if that’s necessary or not.”
Tears pour from his eyes for a different reason than they fall from mine. Mine fall from ten years of anguish that I’ve suppressed. Ten years of hatred I’ve confined. Ten years of pain I’ve ignored.
This is the monster that led the charge, and he’ll die by my hands.
My tears fall for freedom.
They fall because he’ll no longer haunt my nightmares. I’ll lull myself to sleep with the memories of the screams he shares so freely.
“Don’t worry, Victoria. You won’t die yet,” Kyle says as he slides the small knife over my body, leaving behind a faint trail of blood. “We still have all night.”
My knife slides down as I climb off his body, and it nicks the limp flesh between his legs. Unlike Morgan, he’s not a sexual deviant. He’s just a sick son of a bitch who happens to have sociopathic tendencies.
He freezes, his eyes widening in horror, knowing what’s to come.
“Don’t worry, Kyle. I’m not ready for the grand finale just yet. We still have all night.”
“Now everyone will know you’re the whore. The whole town will see what you really are.”
“You’ll never get away with this!” my brother shouts, but Kyle ignores him, speaking to me as though I’m the one who shared those words.
“It’ll be like this never happened, Victoria. Because you don’t matter. And my father will still be the one they all fear, while you rot in your grave with your faggot brother and pussy father.”
I lower my voice as I stare into his wide, terrified eyes that are still streaming with unrelenting tears.
“But tomorrow? The whole town will see what you really are. A weak, pointless man they once feared. Now I’ll be what they fear. And your father’s turn is coming. Then the two of you will rot in your graves, while I walk away from all of this, knowing the better monster won the war.”
As another scream pierces the air, my tears slow down, the memories ebb, and the coldness only Logan can thaw washes over me with a choking hold.
Kyle Davenport won’t last the whole night.
But I’m damn sure going to try and take as long as possible.
Chapter 13
Injustice in the end produces independence.
-Voltaire
LOGAN I’m half asleep when I feel a body sliding over mine and lips strumming my cheek. At first, I just lie there, feeling the warmth of the other person, but then my eyes fly open and my hand shoots out, ready to slam into-
My eyes widen as Lana catches my wrist with a stronger grip than I thought her capable of, and yanks her head back, her eyes widening in shock as she barely dodges my swing.
“Fuck!” I shout, jerking upright as she straddles me. “I’m so sorry! What the hell? I didn’t-“
She starts laughing, confusing the hell out of me.
“I guess that was a stupid way to wake you up when you didn’t go to sleep without me,” she says, smiling now as she drops my wrist and tosses her arms around my neck.
I’m almost shaking with how close I came to nearly hitting her. Thank fuck she has good reflexes.
“Damn it, Lana, I’m so sorry.”
“Don’t be,” she says, grinning as she brushes her lips over mine. “At least I don’t have to worry about some other woman seducing you when I’m away.”
I groan, returning her kiss as my body continues to quake. “You’d never have to worry about that anyway. I told you I don’t love easily,” I murmur against her lips.
She kisses me harder, her fingers threading through my hair. Just as she starts grinding against me, my door swings open, and a feminine curse is spewed.
“Sorry!” Lisa’s voice is like a wet blanket over both our libidos.
“I’ll bet,” Lana grumbles, looking over her shoulder as I sigh and hold her to me. She doesn’t even make a move to get off me, which is fine by me.
“What?” I ask Lisa, who has the grace to look embarrassed.
“Really, I’m sorry. I didn’t know Lana was here.”
“So it’s okay for you to walk into my boyfriend’s room without knocking if I’m not here?” Lana asks her with an eerily cold tone.
I frown, looking at Lana’s face. It’s devoid of all emotion, and it’s as though she’s hiding the anger she’s feeling too easily. What the hell?
Lisa draws my attention when she rolls her shoulders back, a smirk coming over her lips.
Ah, hell.
“I guess old habits die hard, considering I used to walk into his room all the time. Sometimes we forget we’re not together anymore.”
Fucking immature bullshit.
“I never forget,” I decide to point out, only to keep Lana from thinking otherwise, because she should honestly know I’d never do anything with Lisa.
Lana doesn’t move, her posture never changes, and for some reason, a twisted grin tugs at one corner of her mouth.
“Do you now?” Lana asks quietly. “I suppose I could remind you some time.”
Hadley clears her throat, glaring at Lana as she shoulders by Lisa and walks on into the room. I’m really glad everyone is seeing Lana on my lap while I’m in bed with nothing but a pair of boxers on.
Great professionalism.
“Lisa, you really shouldn’t try to piss her off when you don’t even have any true interest in Logan,” Hadley sighs.
She casts a warning glare at Lana for some reason, then directs her attention to me.
“Sheriff called a town meeting in the park. Said he wants everyone there. They’re about to send every single citizen in town out on a search for Kyle, now that there’s daylight.”
Kyle was taken right after sunset yesterday, and in a vehicle. There’s no chance of us finding him in the woods, but the sheriff refuses to believe a car was involved because nobody says they saw a vehicle.
I think he underestimates this town’s fear.
I also think he overestimates his son’s value to this town.
“In that case, do you think you two could get out of here so I can get some clothes on?”
Lisa snorts. “Like I haven’t seen you in less.”
Lana’s smile only grows, but it’s actually kind of creepy, as though she’s plotting something nefarious for Lisa.
“I’ll get her out of here,” Hadley says to Lana, then points a finger. “Nothing happens.”
Lana shrugs and turns to face me, while Hadley berates Lisa. As their voices fade, Lana gets more comfortable on my lap, and I kiss her before she can say anything.
“I’m sorry,” I murmur against her lips as I break the kiss. “Lisa’s a bitch.”
“She’s just used to women and men letting her say whatever she wants with no consequences. I’ve dealt with the mean girl types before. All bark. No bite. But lots of tears.”
I tilt my head, studying her. She seems…off. As though she’s distanced herself somehow.
“Hey, you okay?” I ask her seriously, searching her eyes.
It’s like they’re colder. Almost eerie.
“Long night,” she says on a sigh, running her finger down my cheek. “But I’m feeling better by the second. It’s like you’re magical or something, reminding me I’m human.”
I have no idea what that means, but it’s obvious she’s hurting and trying to close herself off right now.
“What happened?” I ask, cupping her face.