All Chapters of A Prey For My Enemy: Chapter 1 - Chapter 8

TATIANAI slap both hands on the window and watch the house get smaller. All the lights are still on in the dining room. No one’s going to turn them off now. No one’s going to do anything ever again.He sits right next to me. Doesn’t say a word. Doesn’t even glance over. His hands rest on his thighs and I notice a ugly scar across the palm of his right one. I wonder who gave him that. Or if he did it to himself.Why did he kill them? Why not me? The questions are all jammed up behind my teeth but nothing comes out.“You forgot my mother has a twin. Since you’re clearing the whole family tree, step-brother, you might as well finish the job.” I stare at him. “Oh, wait. She’s already dead. Was that also your handwork?”His head turns just a tiny bit. Those pale grey eyes find mine again. He still doesn’t answer. The car speeds up onto the highway and the mansion disappears completely. I look down at my hands. The fork left little dents in my palm. I press my thumb into them harder. At le

KAIN I sit in the dark security room and watch her on the monitor like some kind of twisted movie. She’s tearing the bedroom apart. Drawers yanked open, clothes flung everywhere. What's left of the lamp base she tried to smash into my head earlier, gets kicked across the floor. She’s digging through everything, desperate, like if she just looks hard enough she’ll find a weapon, a key, a way out. There’s nothing. I made sure of that. No knives, no sharp glass, nothing she could use to hurt herself or me. Her parents, fuck. I can’t even call them that anymore. Viktor raised me after my real dad disappeared, pulled me out of the orphanage like some charity project. But he killed Sonya. He killed our baby too. She was only three months along when she called me crying happy tears. That phone call is burned into my skull. That’s why I ended every single one of them at that table. I felt nothing while I did it. No guilt. No second thoughts. Except when it came to her. Tatiana’s fac

TATIANA “I know she died when you were twelve and our father married her sister right after. You disappeared and turned into… this.” I gesture with my pinned wrists. “Whatever this is. Tell me, is that why you killed them? If it is, then you’ve got less character than I thought. Twelve years is a long time to hold a grudge like that.” “Stop talking.” I push against his hold, testing for any weakness. “Or is that the problem? You planned the murders down to the second but you didn’t plan what to do with me afterward, did you?” He lets go so suddenly I stumble. My shoulder hits the wall. I’ve hit a nerve. I know it. “You want to know what I planned?” He steps back, picks up some of the clothes I’ve thrown around, and holds them out like an offering I don’t want. “I planned to kill you too. But then I thought… such a pretty face would go to waste. Also your father hid something before he died. Something people have killed and will be killed for. You're going to help me find it.

TATIANAI still had the broken hairpin clenched in my fist when the door clicked open again.It wasn't Kain.The silence from the last time he sat across from me at that little table had stretched so long I almost forgot how to breathe normally. My knuckles ached from how hard I’d been gripping the pin, but I didn’t let go. It felt like the only thing in this whole damn room that was still mine to decide what to do with.The man who stepped inside was built like he'd spent years making sure he looked intimidating. Broad through the shoulders with his hair cut short enough that it didn’t move when he turned his head. Ex-military, I thought right away, because nobody stands that still unless they’ve had it drilled into them. He carried a new lamp in one hand. The old one was still on the floor by the bed where I’d dropped it after I tried to swing it at Kain’s head yesterday. Or was it the day before? Time had started blurring together.The man didn’t speak as he set the lamp on the