“This flavor is shit,” he muttered, crushing the can in his fist and tossing it to the ground. He shuddered and turned, hooking his fingers around the hem of his boxers and dragging them down. I averted my gaze from his pale ass to Evie, who was visibly shaking.
Glenn held the knife tight as he walked around the bed, his cock in his other hand. He stroked himself, growing hard.
“You can join too if you really want. A hole is a—” Glenn’s crude comment was stopped short by him gagging. His eyes widened as the watermelon-bleach concoction hit his belly. The room was silent as the sound of his stomach in turmoil rattled the walls. He gagged again, dropping to his knees on the other side of the bed. I rushed over, and Evie climbed across the mattress just in time to watch Glenn begin to vomit.
Evie squeaked and covered her face as he choked and fought against the chemicals invading his blood. He clawed at his throat and tried to stand, but he was too far gone. I stared down at him, a different kind of pleasure rolling through my body.
Goodbye, Glenn.
He scrambled, slipping in his own bile as he tried to crawl away, but he only made it a few feet. He stretched, grabbing for the can, and as his fingers tightened around the crushed metal, he collapsed.
Evie jumped off her bed and ran to him, dropping to her knees and pulling his body up.
“Sebastian.” She looked up at me. “That wasn’t watermelon flavor, was it?”
Slowly, I shook my head and closed my switchblade, slipping it back into my pocket.
“What flavor was it?”
I cleared my throat and looked up at the ceiling, shoving my hands into my pockets and rocking awkwardly on my heels.
“Bleach.”
Chapter 14
Evie
The Reset
“This isn’t fuckingHeathers.” I stood up, gagging at the vomit that had spilled from Glenn’s mouth after he’d consumed a bleach-watermelon-energy-drink cocktail.
“If it wereHeathers, it would have been Drano, and we’d already have fucked.” Sebastian snickered. “I did the best with what was available. I didn’t have a handful of little blue pills lying around to give him a heart attack.”
I cocked my head. He was smirking as he watched me put two and two together.
How did he know about Glenn’s dad?
“That was you?”
He nodded.
“Why?” My chin trembled.
“Because he was involved in killing Lita.”
I looked up at him. His eyes were nothing but honest. They held no sympathy for Glenn or his father. Something stirred within me. Suddenly, I wasn’t looking at Sebastian Shaw, Hollywood heartthrob. I was looking at…the dreamiest man I’d ever seen.
But the discussion we’d be having about Glenn’s father would have to wait.
“We have to hide this. This wasn’t part of my plan. This is all wrong.” I stormed out of the room to grab carpet cleaner and a rag from the closet. I hurried back and dropped to my knees to begin scrubbing the vomit and pink drink staining my mother’s beautiful carpet.
“What do you mean this wasn’t part of your plan?” Sebastian sat on the edge of the bed, watching me. “What plan exactly?”
“My revenge plan. He wasn’t supposed to die,” I said, not looking up from my task. “I needed more time with him. I shouldn’t have told you to get the bleach. Now I’ll never know how his dad was involved.”
Sebastian slid off the bed and dropped to the floor. He put his hand over mine to stop my scrubbing. His other hand went to my chin, raising it to force me to look at him. Tears stung my eyes as I tried not to let the panic set in.
“Hey, it’s okay. I can help clean this up.”
