Page 40 of Deadly Secrets

“I’m calling the cops. Noah, can you drive me home?”

“I’ll drive you home, and I’ll stay. There’s no fucking way I’m leaving you alone tonight.”

Chapter 14. MISSING LETTERS

(Sienna)

The police had just left my building.

Noah stayed with me last night, and I called them as soon as we woke up. My wrists were still sore from the prank Delta Kappa had pulled last night.

I told the cops everything. I informed them about the flowers and the notes, that someone had broken into my apartment, and about the stranger with the mask and a knife chasing me at Devil’s Night Festival. I couldn’t give them a very detailed description because I hadn’t seen their face or their hair, just that they wore black sweatpants, a black hoodie, and a mask. They asked me to show them a picture on Google because they had no idea what a ‘Purge’ mask was. When they saw my wrists, they asked what had happened and if they had been physical with me, so I told them about the Kappa Delta initiation. The moment I opened my stupid big mouth, they blamed the fraternity, of course. “It was probably part of the joke,” they said, but I insisted that Nathaniel Martin had already confirmed it was not part of the hazing. They completely ignored my comments because they’d clearly made up their minds.

I was lying on my bed, hugging my pillow between my arms, when my phone pinged.

Zayn

Sorry about last night. I had a couple of drinks before you arrived, and I fucked up. Also, about the Delta Kappa stuff. Can we meet?

I left Zayn on read.

“I cannot deal with this shit now,” I muttered.

My mind kept going back to the stranger who chased me, how close they felt, and how I thought I was going to die. Part of me wanted to believe it was all a joke, but there was something about how that moment felt that, deep down, I knew it wasn’t a prank. That the knife was a hundred percent real.

I needed to change my locks again. I didn’t feel safe enough.

Last night was a mess not only because of the life-and-death experience but because of Zayn’s kiss and how it felt to be so close to Ander again for the briefest moment. Once upon a time, I always felt like that. Cared for and protected. He was always a great friend, and it hit me hard when I realized that things would never be as they used to be. It felt like there was a gaping hole in my chest. Part of me wanted to confront Ander and ask him why he was so angry with me, but the way he’d been ignoring me in the lab told me that he wouldn’t give me a straight answer. I was going to confront him, just not yet.

My phone pinged again.

Maggie

Hey, babe. How are you? Have the cops left?

Me

I’m still on edge. Yes, they left.

Me

Wanna come over and watch a movie?

Maggie

I’ll be there in 5.

I needed a distraction, and a movie with Maggie sounded like a great plan.

* * *

During the next couple of weeks, my routine kept me distracted and busy. I hadn’t received any more flowers or notes from my “secret admirer.” Since our little Halloween moment, Ander and I had begun to work almost like a team in the lab.

Almost.

Reed was pleased with our work, and our results were promising. His words, not mine.

However, Ander was in a bad mood today. I could feel it. He’d been huffing and puffing every five minutes, and I feared opening my mouth around him for anything that didn’t have to do with the task Reed had given us.

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