Mag-log inEvery part of Ilana's body was sore, screaming its protest as she stepped out of the shabby little car she'd rented for this trip.She'd been driving for three days straight, surviving on a few hours of sleep and a shit ton of coffee.She'd stopped at the sign welcoming her to Indianapolis and she'd gotten out of the car, emptying the contents of her stomach behind a nearby tree.This town brought back so many horrible memories and Ilana had found herself trembling like a leaf in the wind the entire car ride, jolts of fear and despair charging through her at every mile.It had been ages yet she was not prepared to be back here. She could have spent her entire life without ever being here but unfortunately for her, her parents still lived in the same small town and the same shabby little hut she'd grown up in.Not her parents - she mentally corrected herself. Using that word for those monsters would be an insult to not only all the shit she'd endured but also to all the parents in the
“Did you get to meet the girl I brought in yesterday?” Helene asked and Ilana could almost feel Helene’s breath fanning the side of her face, could see the way she stood right next to her, her hands on her knees as she crouched slightly to bring herself down to a fifteen year old Ilana’s height.“Yes,” memory Ilana breathed out.She saw the memory so vividly in her mind, she couldn’t understand how she could’ve forgotten it in the first place. She could feel every single thing she’d felt that night.“Do you like her?” Helene asked and Ilana’s grip on her dagger tightened. She remembered forcing herself to stop shaking. This was just a normal conversation. She could hold one conversation without being terrified out of her wits.“Yes. She’s sweet.”Helene hummed a response as Ilana tried to focus on the target in front of her. She wanted Vincent to be back already.“Do you know she’s only two years younger than you?”Ilana turned, catching Helene’s eyes fleetingly before she turned her
Ilana wasn’t sure where she was going but she didn’t stop walking. She was sure she was going to shatter into a million little pieces if she allowed herself to think about everything that had happened in the last hours.She walked through the arena, staring straight ahead without seeing anything. She was like a celebrity in this place so she was used to eyes and whispers following her whenever she visited but today, she didn’t hear anything.She walked straight past some of her coaches and didn’t bother to stop and greet them. She kept walking until she reached the familiar little door at the far end of the hallway.She pounded against the tasteless white of the wood before she turned the knob and entered inside, almost slamming the door behind her.“Ilana!” Vincent said and Ilana almost sank to her knees in relief. “You went by my house?”“Yes,” she whispered, holding onto the back of the chair to keep herself standing. “You weren’t there. The kid told me you were at the arena.”“Are
“What?” Ilana whispered, her mind reeling. Them having everything from her house could really ruin things for her.“Helene,” she gasped, feeling her heart clench up at the thought. “I… my daggers. Most of them were back there.”“Ilana, darling, you messed up. There should be some punishment for that, don’t you think?” Helene asked and her sickly sweet voice made a shiver run down Ilana’s spine.“I can fix it,” she breathed, knowing full well that there was nothing she could do. Not when she’d been spotted.And Helene didn’t even know the extent of the damage Ilana had caused. She’d guessed what could have happened that night but telling her all the details was going to be a lot worse. Ilana suddenly felt the strongest urge to run. Run until her legs gave out from under her and her lungs stopped working.“What about the burner phones and the envelopes?” She asked, her legs feeling a lot weaker than they did before she’d walked in the office.Helene raised an eyebrow and Ilana suddenly
Ilana wasn’t sure how she’d managed to escape in the condition she was. She could have counted on Calix’s shock to buy her a few minutes but even then, navigating her way out of the area she was, surrounded by dozens of guards and maximum security every step of the way. There was a huge chance of her bleeding out before she could have forced her mind to come up with a brilliant situation.But then she’d remembered she had a burner on her. And she’d gathered the last bits of her strength to call Nathan.A huge part of her had expected him to just ditch her as revenge for the way she’d treated him and that was the only thing going on in her mind as she’d managed to get out of the neighborhood undetected.And that had been her last thought before she’d succumbed to the darkness and the pain that seemed to echo in every single part of her body.Now, she stared numbly at the white wall above her, a cool gust of wind making her skin erupt in goosebumps.She wasn’t sure how Nathan had even
“Mr Meyer?” He heard his name being called but everything sounded muffled to him. “Calix?” This one sounded like his father.Calix blinked, forcing himself back to the present.“Yes?”“We need details of what happened tonight. Anything you can tell us that'll help catch the person who attacked your mother,” The detective asked and Calix leaned backward, trying to give himself some room to breathe.The person who attacked his mother?What was he supposed to tell them? That that person was none other than the woman he'd started to fall in love with? That he was the one who'd given her the access to his life and his home?What was he supposed to tell them when he himself hadn't started to believe what he'd seen.He glanced back at his mother, injected with drugs and sleeping pills to battle the wild hysteria that had followed the fight.He wondered how much of it she was going to remember when she woke up.His gaze flitted towards his father, perched at his mother's side, fear and exhau



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