“Summer season, be nonetheless,” I growled out, “and let me eat this candy pussy.”

CHAPTER 48

Summer season

I used to be going to destroy Saul.

I feel I might reside with Saul killing my mother, however this—this brokenness of Rook?

Fuck no.

I wasn’t going to permit it.

He would possibly need me to depart, however I might give him one final present earlier than I did—revenge: Saul’s dying.

The bark scratched on the naked pores and skin of my again. The costume I used to be sporting, so much like the one she’d been sporting that night time. Sleeveless, pinched on the waist, then flowing down the legs.

She’d been so stunning, I would been entranced. Wished to be similar to my mother once I grew up.

I appeared similar to her, so many individuals instructed me.

I clutched at my collar, the diamond necklace she’d given me chilly in my palm, the perimeters digging into my pores and skin.

I wore all this for her—a tribute.

Rook and I might each get what we needed.

The air prickled with warmth, and the sound of nocturnal animals, stressed within the bushes above.

I might scent the salt marshes from right here, and I questioned if that was what she’d smelled that night time. The home windows down, hair whipping throughout her face, anxious to return dwelling.

After which—the burning. Brilliant orange flickering mild, a stark distinction to the darkness of the night time.

She might in all probability scent burning. Flesh, hair, oil, plastic.

I might always remember her screams that night time.

I needed to listen to his personal. Begging me for forgiveness.

Not just for what he’d completed to my mom, but in addition my father and Callie. For ripping my household aside.

And for what he’d completed to Rook.

He deserved to undergo.

The acquainted sound of a efficiency engine crammed the air, and the alert on my cellphone instructed me it was time.

“Meet me on the dock at two a.m. sharp.” Phrases snarled, disdain dripping, smug and proud.

After our tub collectively, the place Rook had been so candy and delicate, he’d instantly fallen asleep, holding me. He’d been fully knocked out—in all probability from the trauma he’d suffered on the initium.

However not me.

I would stared on the ceiling, infuriated, photos of what had occurred flashing via my thoughts—the sound of Rook’s pained howl echoing. How fully and wholly he’d taken me tonight.

After which, how he’d requested me to depart him. The agony I noticed in his eyes when he’d requested it.

After which…a beep within the stark, silent night time.

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