“What necklace?” Dean asked, not tearing his eyes from the game.
“The fucking necklace Dad left me.”
Hunter furrowed his brows. “The fuck are you talking about, Lil?”
“Babe, you never wear a necklace,” Corbin told me before whispering to Dean, “I told you something was up with her.”
“Nothing is wrong with me!” Anger rushed through me. “Where is it? You guys know how much it means to me.”
Hunter got up and threw his controller to Corbin as he made his way over to me. “What’re you talking about? Seriously. What necklace? I have no fucking clue what you’re talking about.”
“The fire opal pendant in the shape of a teardrop?” I cupped the back of my neck. “I never take it off.”
Hunter tilted his head as a deep, echoing voice came from his mouth. “You never wear a necklace.”
I flinched.What the fuck was that?
“What do you mean? Of course, I do.”
I pictured the pendant in my mind but couldn’t remember how I knew it was from Dad or where it went. Walking over to the wall nearest to the kitchen, I stared at the family photo from my high school graduation, but I wasn’t wearing a necklace in it either.
“Just kill her already,” Corbin said casually as fuck. His fingers fumbled over the buttons on the controller as he played the game with Dean.
My mind blanked. “W-What did you say?”
Hunter let out a rough sigh. “You’re tired of complacency, right?”
“You’re just an everyday woman from Emeraldsville, Alaska.” Dean shrugged. “There’s nothing special about you.”
Hunter’s hands were around my throat before I could blink, cutting off my air supply. Blue eyes cold, detached as he squeezed hard. My throat closed shut from the pressure. I clawed at him, cutting deep into the skin of his hands as I kicked at him to get him off.
No! This isn’t right. This isn’t…
Black spots took up my blurred vision as I started drifting. Hunter let go, and I crumbled to the ground.
“That was easier than I thought.” He shrugged, turning and grabbing the controller from Corbin.
I gasped, wheezing and grabbing my throat as I scrambled weakly to my feet. I planted a hand on the wall to steady myself.
What the fuck? What the fuck? What the actual fuck?
“What the hell was that, Hunter?” I rasped, my throat dry and swollen.
Dean rolled his eyes. “Corbin, do it right this time, yeah? She’s your girlfriend.”
I stiffened.
No fucking way. He wouldn’t. This was a mistake. No way. No way. N—
Corbin groaned, rubbing his thighs as he got to his feet and stalked toward me. “You don’t really belong here. Let me help put you out of your misery.”
This isn’t right.
Their voices...
Their actions…
This isn’t...
