LOGIN“She has twelve weeks to live. And she's running out of time to get revenge for her sister.” Alexa Lean grew up with only one person in her corner…her fraternal twin, Alice. Orphans. Outcasts. Each other's entire world. So when Alice is found dead in a campus lake, ruled as murder, Alexa doesn't mourn. She moved to Westbrook University. She enrolls as a transfer student. And she begins hunting the killer. But someone is watching. A break-in. A photograph of Alice's dead body. A whispered warning in the dark: "Stop asking questions." The deeper Alexa digs, the more she uncovers. A web of lies that has been strangling Alice since childhood. Then there's Myles Clay. Alice's boyfriend. Grieving. Gentle. Dangerous in ways neither of them expected. He should be a suspect. Instead, he becomes something worse: the only person Alexa can trust. As her body begins to fail and the killer closes in, Alexa must solve her sister's murder before the her illness solves her. But the truth is closer than she thinks. The killer has been watching her all along. And they're not done killing. Will Alexa’s sickness make her weaker or stronger in her journey to get revenge? Or will it be the only thing to build her?
View MoreI woke to an empty room. The morning light was gray and thin, filtering through the curtains like water through cheesecloth. Ashley's bed was empty, the sheets tangled, her cat socks nowhere to be seen. Madden's spot on the floor was vacant, her laptop gone, her blanket folded in a neat square. Myles was gone too. I sat up, my heart racing. The floor beside my bed was bare. No blanket. No pillow. No evidence that he'd been there at all. But his jacket was still draped over the foot of the bed. He wouldn't leave without his jacket. I pulled on my shoes and walked into the hallway. --- The common room was empty at this hour. A few students sat in the corners, heads bent over textbooks, earbuds in, lost in their own worlds. The vending machines hummed their fluorescent hymn. The coffee maker in the corner gurgled and steamed. Myles was standing by the window, his back to me, his hands in his pockets. I walked up beside him. “Hey.” Myles turned around, acknowledgi
I didn't stop running until I reached the dorm.My lungs burned. My legs screamed. The cold air sliced through my jacket like it wasn't even there. But I didn't care. I couldn't stop. If I stopped, I would have to think. And if I thought, I would have to face what I'd just seen.The video.It had been altered. Someone had taken footage of me at the lake,probably from the same security camera that had captured Caleb's body,and edited it to make it look like I was pushing him into the water.But I hadn't touched him. I'd found him floating. I'd turned him over. I'd seen his face and run.That was the truth.But the truth didn't matter when someone had evidence.---I burst through the door of my room.Ashley was sitting on her bed, her laptop open, her eyes red. She looked up when I entered, her face crumpling with relief."Alexa! Oh my God, what happened? Are you okay? We've been freaking out for hours."Madden was on the floor, her back against the wall, her arms crossed. She didn't s
The room seemed to spin. Ashley grabbed my arm. Myles's hand found mine under the table. "You have the right to remain silent," the officer continued. "Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law. You have the right to an attorney. If you cannot afford an attorney, one will be provided for you." "Wait, wait, wait." Myles stepped closer to the officers. "You're arresting her?" "We're detaining her for questioning. There's a difference." "There's no difference. You just read her Miranda rights." The officer ignored him. His eyes were fixed on me. "Miss James. Please come with us." I looked at Myles. At Ashley. At the students watching, their phones recording, their whispers spreading like fire. "Let me call someone first," I said. "You can make a call at the station." "Alexa, don't go with them," Ashley whispered. "Wait for Detective Cross. She'll….” "Miss James." The officer's voice was harder now. "Don't make this difficult." I stood up. My legs we
I woke to sunlight streaming through the curtains and the sound of Ashley's muffled laughter. Myles was still beside me, his head now resting against the headboard, his hand still loosely holding mine. He was awake, watching me with those dark eyes that always seemed to see too much. "You snore," he said. "I do not." "Lightly. It's actually kind of adorable." I pulled my hand away and sat up, my cheeks warming. Ashley was standing by her bed, her phone raised, a grin spread across her face. "Delete that," I said. "Never." She tucked her phone into her pocket. "This is blackmail material for life." Madden was already dressed, sitting cross-legged on the floor, her laptop open on her knees. She looked up when I stirred, her expression unreadable. "You're both disgusting," she said. But there was no heat in it. Almost a smile. I looked around the room. At Ashley's cat socks and Madden's sharp eyes and Myles's tired smile. At the people who had become my family when I
I couldn't hold it anymore.The tears came fast and hard, choking my throat, stealing my breath. I pressed my free hand against my mouth to muffle the sound, but it was useless. The sobs escaped anyway, raw and ugly and unstoppable."Alexa?" Detective Cross's voice was sharp with concern. "Alexa, w
I stood there in the darkness long after he left.The door swung shut behind him, the chains rattling, the echo bouncing off the stone walls. Then silence. Just the wind through the broken windows and the beating of my own heart.He was gone.Again.Just like he'd always been.I sank onto the neare
I sat alone in the dark for the rest of the night.My father. The man in the mask. The man who had threatened me and followed me and left warnings in my room.Had sprayed paint in my eyes and run away rather than face me.He was a coward.Just like he'd always been.The sun rose at 6:17 AM. I watch
At 2 AM, Ashley fell asleep on Derek's bed.Madden curled up on the floor with a pillow and a blanket, her breathing soft and even.Myles and I sat on his bed, our shoulders touching, our hands intertwined."We should sleep," he said."In a minute.""You said that twenty minutes ago.""I know."He
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