Fucking hell.
Panic starts to take hold, the anxiety welling up in my brain a perfect match for the deranged mask looking at me from the frame of a splintered mirror.
“Evelyn?”
Her name echoes around the room, bouncing off the stone tiles and coming back to me empty. Littered pieces of glass crunch beneath my shoes as I look around, taking in the dirty lab equipment and cracked beakers lining the far bookshelf.
My phone starts to ring, the modern sound feeling entirely out of place in this museum of horror.
“Christopher, get out!”
Horace’s shriek rattles the phone, his panic leaking down the line and sending my heart into overdrive.
“It’s a trap! Get the fuck out of there!”
I can barely understand him from all the yelling. Casting my eyes around the room again, I see nothing that puts me at risk despite the unease growing in my gut.
“Horace, calm down. I need you to-
“I will not fucking calm down! Don’t you understand?!There’s two of them!”
“What?”
“Horace give me the goddamn phone – Christopher, listen to me.”
Jasper’s voice comes down the line, the tension riddling it putting an immediate strain in my shoulders, “You need to get out of there. Evelyn White is just the face of the business, it’s her younger brother who’s the chemist. Evelyn is just the placeholder.”
“How the hell did this not come up sooner?”
Mentally cursing myself for walking into a trap, I’m barely listening to Jasper’s ramble.
“...took three days to get him out. This guy is fucking insane, Deville. You need to get out of there.”
“I need to go.”
“I’m serious, mate. Get out before Everett White finds you.”
The line goes dead just as I turn back towards the broken mirror.
The broken mirror which no longer has a mask hanging on it.
Oh, fuck.
Chapter 14
CALISTA
Most men describe Evelyn White as a witch.
I’ve always thought a bitch would be more accurate.
“Calista, my dear. How lovely of you to join us.”
Evelyn gives me a wide, fake smile that has my knife itching to slash it right off her face.
“I see this occasion was not enough for you to dress up this evening.”
Her eyes linger on the loose fit of my halter top, the baggy material offering the barest glimpse of side boob. My black skinny jeans are dark enough to kill, the heels of my Louboutin boots sharp enough to match.
