I reach the other side and nudge the door into the tunnel. It swings open. I duck inside, pressing my back against the concrete wall. Adrenaline pounds through my veins as I creep along the tunnel to the car lift. My fingers grip the balustrade, and I haul myself up the spiral stairs into the garage.
In the gloom, the rows of cars appear menacing – like ranks of Roman soldiers advancing on an outnumbered foe. I pick my steps cautiously, peering behind each car, checking around for signs of an intruder. My body coils with tension, ready to strike.
I reach the other side of the garage. Nothing. Where are they?Whoare they?
The door into the house is ajar. I know I closed that, too – I don’t want Queen Boudica playing in the machinery. A fresh wave of rage and panic assaults me as I hear a faint, pained ‘mew’ from the other side.
Queen Boudica is in there.
I bolt forward, my caution forgotten. I fling open the garage door. The garage opens into a wide hallway. On one side is a commercial kitchen where a personal chef would once have cooked for our family. On the other side, the chef’s living quarters and a laundry worthy of a Victorian poorhouse. I breeze past these rooms, following my kitty’s cries.
I turn the corner and gasp.
Queen Boudica lies in the middle of the floor, the marble around her smeared with blood. She lifts her head, those fierce yellow eyes swimming with pain, and gives me a pitiful ‘mew.’
The sound breaks my heart.
Behind her, scrawled across the wall of the central atrium in wobbly letters, are the words:
GO AWAY
27
Mackenzie
Cold, righteous anger embraces me. I rush across the room and scoop Queen Boudica into my arms, clutching her to my chest and feeling the racing patter of her heart. Blood dribbles from a slash across her abdomen – a knife cut, cruel and deliberate.
GO AWAY
The rage engulfs me, like falling through ice. I am frozen blood and bone. I am made of ice and vengeance. I am what this disgusting act has made me.
GO AWAY
I know who did this.
Alec. Alec, who swore he’d get me for his nose, for rejecting him. Alec, who wasn’t at school today, lording it over me with his buddy Noah. He could have waited for me to leave the house through the maintenance shed. The door is heavy and set on counterweights, so it swings closed on its own time. I’m always in a hurry so I usually leave it to shut on its own. He probably hid in the bushes and waited until I left for school, then snuck inside and hurt Queen Boudica. But how did he know about the maintenance shed? I’m careful to cover my movements, not even the paparazzi have discovered it yet—
This isn’t all Alec.I remember the face peering at me from the top of the security fence.Eli. He’s friends with Noah and Alec.
He told them about the gate.
The words in my old diary flash in front of my eyes, and I’m so angry I black out for a moment. Eli’s supposed to protect me. He—
Something crashes over my head.
My heart leaps into my throat.
He’s still here.
He’s insidemyhouse.
When I recover enough of my faculties to think clearly, I cradle Queen Boudica against me and crawl down the hallway, keeping each movement as silent as possible until I reach my father’s study.
SMASH.
I jump at the sound of something breaking. It comes from upstairs. I think of all my things scattered around the ballroom.If they’ve destroyed my shit, I’m going to fuck them up.
I’m tempted – oh so tempted – to creep upstairs and drive my knife into Alec’s kidneys while his back is turned. My fingers tighten on the blade, and I imagine the satisfaction of feeling it sink into his flesh. I make the motion of twisting it inside him, mincing his organs to mush. But I won’t leave Queen Boudica. I don’t know how many people are upstairs or what they intend to do to us, and I won’t put her in more danger. Right now, I need to get those bastards out of my house.
