“You little shit,” I mutter. “Who brought you here?”
I’m talking to a knife. Jesus Christ! I’m going insane!
There’s a knock at the door and I scream, loud.
A second later, I hear Ally scream back from the other side.
I fly to the door and yank it open. She’s standing there, hand clutching her chest, eyes wide as if I just slapped her soul out of her body.
“What the fuck, girl?” she pants. “Why did you scream like that?”
“I—” Shit. Fuck me. “I was distracted. Just finished watching some horror movie.”
She narrows her eyes for a second, shrugs and walks in.
Oh my fuck—
“So, let’s order the pizzas?” she says, tossing her coat onto the little table and flopping down on my bed.
I blink. “Pizzas?”
Her head whips around. “Tamsin. What the hell? You asked me to come over for pizza and movies.”
Right. Right. I did. Another alibi, just in case but with the whole knife situation, I completely forgot.
“Of course,” I say, grabbing my phone, trying not to look like I’m losing my mind.
“You okay?” She’s watching me, suspicious. Ally’s sweet, but she’s got a quick brain and zero chill when she senses bullshit.
“Yes! I just didn’t sleep great, and the horror movie was fucked up,” I say with a casual shrug and an unhinged smile, finally opening the food app.
“So what pizza do you want?” I ask, forcing myself to calm down.
Once Ally leaves, I need to do a serious deep dive.
Who or what the hell is Eidolon?
Chapter Four
Her scream echoes through the building, and I can’t help but smile.
She’s even more on edge now, just how I wanted her.
I swing a leg over my bike. The Kawasaki roars to life under me, and I take off, slicing through the street toward the estate.
It took Beau and me two hours to dig her up. Two hours, and I had her name, address, socials, schedule. The club’s security system was a joke. We walked right in, pulled the footage, scrubbed every image ofus and her.
Beau and Caleb wouldn’t shut the fuck up the whole time, saying I was spiraling, that my obsessive streak was back and that I was “head over heels.” I told them she’s doing justice, same as us, and just needs help. My help, but honestly? Fuck that.
I want her on her knees. That hellcat who gutted Henry, cut his balls off, and sewed them into his eye sockets as a fucking message.
She’s unhinged.
Chaos.
A soul as dark as mine, and I’m letting her run free. Once we had her face from the cameras, the rest was easy; her socials didn’t have too much, but there were enough breadcrumbs, enough to see she was trying too much to look normal.
Beau found her address this morning, and I drove straight there and waited until she came rushing out—hair a black, tangled mess, eyes wide with panic. I’m guessing she’d just realized she lost the knife.
