Page 108 of Make You Mine

Devon.

The phone unlocks.

I browse through the apps. Pictures of Madelyn fill the gallery. Some of them are of her sleeping, and those are the best quality ones. As if someone stood in front of her while she was sleeping and took them.

Others are less clear, like screenshots of a video clip. Her doing everyday activities—cooking, reading, fucking dressing up. Some of them are more intimate—sending blood rushing straight to my cock—Madelyn using a purple toy, Maddy soaping her naked body in the shower.

I frown. This motherfucker has been watching my little demon all this time.

I’m not innocent; I’ve done my fair share of camera-stalking in the past, a bit too obsessed with Madelyn. I’ve watched her, too.

But I was young and stupid. I’ve been holding myself back since I returned. Well, at least when it comes to packing the house with cameras.

Next, I go to the messages. Maddy’s number is in the contacts list, and I read through all the ones he’s sent her.

The name Devon is thrown among them, too.

But this guy is not Devon.

I know he isn’t.

Because I saw Devon die with my own eyes.

I killed him, didn’t I?

In that fire when we were sixteen.

He stood there, flames dancing along his body, and I watched.

I didn’t try to help, even when he screamed for help. I let him die.

Right at that moment, I understand it.

The way my body is both calm and tense at the same time. How every piece of evidence I find makes me feel on edge. Intrigued, yet it doesn’t surprise me.

The sight of Joseph’s body does nothing to me.

It’s like I’ve seen it all before. Like a sense of déjà vu.

As it all starts to make sense in my head, the hardest pill to swallow, is that I knew all this.

I knew it, and I let it happen.

The open locker is a vacant one, which is why I took it for myself.

The locker is mine. And Devon’s birthday used to be my password, too. Before Madelyn came into my life, and I changed it to hers. It was Devon’s birthday—and mine.

Devon’s the key to everything. But he isn’t the one who’s been taunting both Maddy and me.

Suddenly, it clicks, suddenly. Devon—his name backwards is ‘noved.’ I’ve seen that word before.

The writing on the floor.

I take out my phone and stare at the picture I took. The cryptic language. The unclear message is now so clear.

It was me. I fucking did this.

This is all my fault.