LARAThe moment I read the words, “Lara, the Luna, the Killer,” a cold certainty, not fear, settled in my stomach. I knew that script. That neat, precise handwriting, and the twisted, self-righteous tone. It belonged to only one person, Evelyn.My sister.She wasn’t here just to visit. She was here to finish the job Henry had started. This note wasn't a warning, it was a reminder of the threat she held over my head.I crushed the paper in my fist. The mission. That was the only thing that mattered.My body was still tingling, humming with the memory of Jerry’s hands, his mouth, the forceful, primal way he had claimed me. He had stripped away the pain of Evelyn’s insults and Henry’s threats, if only for a few hours. He had called me "the best thing." But that sweetness, that sense of belonging, was a distraction I couldn't afford. I married him to find Max’s killer, and Max’s killer, I was now certain, was somehow connected to Evelyn and Henry.I slipped out of the bed, grabbing Jerry'
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