“Unfortunately. When my dad died, it went to next of kin, but I couldn’t touch the property until I was an adult.”
“What are you going to do with it now?”
“No idea. It’s not a place I’d want to renovate and start a family in or anything.”
“You want a family?”His smile wavered, and I thought I saw a hint of bashfulness in his cheeks.
“I don’t know. Maybe. Not anytime soon. And definitely not here. I actually don’t want you here either, for that matter. As soon as we can, you should consider selling this place.”
“Why? I like it here.” My house was a goth paradise. I’d spent so much time and energy decorating it, painting the walls, and making it feel like a real home.
“Yeah, but another body was found. Your friend, Emi?”My heart stopped for a moment, and I blinked rapidly. I’d all but forgotten about her.
“What?”
“I’m sorry. I probably shouldn’t have woken you up so cheerfully. Emi was caught in a fire at the greenhouses. I was reading about it this morning. They think she started them as this ploy to drum up a more interesting story for the documentary crew.”
“No, that’s—” I blinked. “What about Soleil? And Spencer?”
“The article didn’t say if they were connected or not, but that documentary is no good. And they’re digging their heels in. They aren’t cooperating with the police and said they were gonna finish their movie.”
“How?” My mouth fell open in shock. “Half of their cast is dead.”
“Money talks. Someone I’m sure will volunteer for a few minutes of fame.”
“Poor Emi.”Once I finished eating, Constantine took my tray and returned to rest on the bed beside me.
“Now, I have some questions.”
“Wait, I’m not done with mine!” I said quickly. “Why is there a bed and blankets there?”
“The hotel threw my shit out while I was sitting in jail, and I had nowhere to go. I went to the store and picked those things up so I could last a few days out here.”
“What were you doing last night? On the table.”
“What do you mean?” He shook his head.
“You were moving things and pouring things. I couldn’t see. What were you doing?”He rolled over onto his back and laughed dryly.
“Oh. That. You’re not the only one who’s into witchy shit.”
“Really?”
He turned his head and stared pointedly at me. “If I told you, you wouldn’t believe me.”
“Fine.” I crossed my arms. “What questions do you have for me?”
“Where’s your necklace?” He reached for my neck and tightened his hand around my throat in a way that was slightly scary, yet arousing. His gaze darkened as we stared at each other and then he let go. Flashes of two nights ago, in the greenhouse with Kansas, when he tore it off my neck as he fucked me from behind ran through my mind.
“Is it lost?” He raised an eyebrow.
“No.”
“Did you take it off to shower?”
“No.”
“Does someone else have it?” He said the last words through gritted teeth. I looked him dead in the eyes as I answered him.
