Total pages in book: 160
Estimated words: 160041 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 800(@200wpm)___ 640(@250wpm)___ 533(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 160041 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 800(@200wpm)___ 640(@250wpm)___ 533(@300wpm)
“Are you frightened yet?” she asks, her voice soft as she peels away the doctor’s mask.
“No,” I reply, while Xavier shakes his head.
“You should be,” she says. “I’m not sane.”
“I don’t care,” he says, taking off his mask too.
“You are perfectly sane to me,” I mutter, doing the same.
Xavier places his hand on her cheek. “Are you okay?”
Suddenly, she smashes her lips onto his, claiming a bloodied kiss that makes even me feel jealous, and I place naughty kisses all over her shoulder and neck, hoping whatever she’s siphoning from him, she’ll also claim from me.
“Fuck,” she groans. “This was just what I needed.”
Xavier looks hungry for more of her delectable kisses, but then she suddenly turns around, grabs my face too, and kisses me so hard it makes me dizzy with need. I nearly melt into a puddle in her arms, craving more of that sweet, sweet poison in her bloody, violent kisses. The taste of murder.
We kiss one after the other until we’re all smeared with Mike’s blood, and my cock hardens against the cage she put it in.
Xavier groans in pain, grabbing his length as he keeps pressing more kisses against her shoulder while we’re both delirious with need.
She smiles. “You did well, and you both deserve a reward for being so obedient.”
“Fuck yes,” I groan as her tongue dips against my earlobe and runs a trail down my neck.
Suddenly, there’s a ruckus in the hallway beyond.
“Shit,” Xavier mutters, and he swiftly grabs the saw and tucks it back into his bag. “We gotta run, fast.”
“What about the body?” I ask.
She walks up to Mike’s butchered body as she pulls a familiar lipstick from her pocket and drags it over her lips, then pecks Mike’s cheek. “There. A perfect final gift.”
“How do we get rid of him? Do we just pretend he’s one of the corpses in the morgue?” I ask.
“No. We leave him,” she replies without even looking at me.
I frown. “What? Why? They’ll find him.”
Xavier’s nostrils flare. “That’s the point.”
She smiles viciously, and it finally dawns on me … She wants to be found.
That’s it.
That’s why she has no qualms about Atreus hunting her down.
She’s after him. She wants him too.
Holy shit.
Xavier passes me by with his backpack slung over his shoulder, and he opens the door again to waltz out. “Let’s go, before this place is swarmed and we go to jail for murder.”
We dumped all of our stolen doctor clothes, except the gloves, into one of the plastic bags in the hallway, and used the nurse’s badge to get out through the back door of the morgue. We headed up the stairs and out through the back entrance.
It was easy to escape the situation. Even though someone was rummaging through the supplies closet, no one spotted us.
We made our way back to campus without so much as a scratch on our bodies. Only time will tell whether law enforcement comes after us, but I’m pretty sure no one will ever suspect it was us.
It’s been two days since the murder, and we’ve all gone back to our classes like nothing ever happened. The cops are still swarming the grounds of Spine Ridge University College, and they track anyone entering or leaving the campus. But none of us is foolish enough to come back covered in blood and with weapons. Oh no, we cleaned ourselves properly using bottles of water and soap in the car somewhere off a beaten path, then buried our weapons at The Shack inches beneath the ground in the same spot Sunny has left all of her other tools for the time being.
She’s well prepared, and her plan has obviously been set in stone from day one.
I’m just surprised she hasn’t once mentioned getting revenge on Atreus for tying her up in that warehouse and taking advantage of her. Maybe she liked it. Maybe she wanted him to do it, who knows? According to Xavier, she’s been stalking his house ever since they first met, and I wonder if he often gets as jealous as I do, thinking about it.
I watch him chat with his friends in the cafeteria, pretending everything is normal, but every once in a while, his eyes connect with mine in a moment of shared knowledge of the grave crimes we’ve committed and the lengths we go for this one woman.
Sunny sits with her friends, basking in her radiance as they take pictures together and sip their iced teas, while I sit back and languish in my seat by myself. I pull out the bottle of wine that I hid under my jacket and pour it out into my empty glass, where no one’s looking.
“Drinking all by yourself?” my half sister Cecilia puts her tray down on the shared table and sits down opposite me.
“Wow. Haven’t seen you in a while,” I say. “I didn’t think you still existed.”