‘Didn't you realise it was a bad idea, Laura?’
Shot? Sophia said, leaning over Etta’s shoulder. There was a tremor of something in her voice—fear? But who—?A shout carried to them from the other end of the hall. Three men in tuxedos, one of them the man in glasses she’d bumped into in the Great Hall, followed by a security guard, seemed to come toward them in slow motion. The emergency light beside them caught a pair of glasses and made them glow.
Call 911! Etta yelled. Somebody help, please!There was a slight pressure on her hand. Etta looked down as Alice’s eyes slid shut. …the old…familiar places…run.…Her next breath came raggedly, and the next one never came at all.
The scream that tore out of Etta’s throat was soundless. Arms locked around her waist, dragging her up from the ground. She struggled, thrashing against the grip.CPR—Alice needed help—Alice was—
We have to go! Sophia shouted into her ear.
The door to the stairwell directly behind them scraped open. Loose hair floated around Etta’s face, clinging to the sweat on her cheeks and neck.Already, I felt the corruption inside me clawing for more. One taste, one touch, one kiss, one fuck.
And if I wanted to use my allotment tonight, that could happen. Because I had no plans on ever setting eyes on her again.Alrik pecked her forehead like a father would his daughter heading to something she feared. Behave but don’t make me jealous. Otherwise…remember my previous promise about the past few nights being easy.
He was so fucking deluded; he didn’t even try to hide that her multi-coloured bruises were from his fists. Some, however, were from other wounds…a shoe, perhaps?My gaze dropped to my own ludicrously expensive footwear. What colour would her skin paint if I used such craftsmanship in the same way? Would her bruises be pretty or uglier? Would I be kinder or more brutal?