Page 39 of Sins Of Her Sister

“Well ma’am…His throat was sliced open, his eyeballs were gouged out, and his intestines were on the outside of his body. I'm thinking half of them are missing since the buzzards had already started feasting on them.”

Ryan lets out a gasp and my mouth is hanging open in shock. My fear is that Kali was the one who killed him, but surely, I would have seen it in my memories.

“Why would anyone kill him?” Ryan stutters, looking at the ground. Blaze pulls her into his side and jealousy rears its ugly head again. I know he’s her best friend, but she's mine.

“I find it really odd that after Carson King was declared murdered, your father is found dead. They both had relationships with people in this house!” Officer Smith scowls.

“Enough!” Officer Rollins shouts, placing a hand on Officer Smith’s chest, lightly holding him back. Sweat is already pouring off of him, I feel bad he has such an asshole for a partner.

“Are you accusing them of something?” Blaze asks, histone so deadly. I think I even shrink into myself a little from his tone.

“Any person with a brain would accuse them or be wary,” Officer Smith growls.

“I think it's best you two leave,” Blaze says, standing taller than everyone in the room. Officer Smith gets in Blaze's face and before the two can go at it, Officer Rollins pulls his partner back and leads him to the front door.

“I am so sorry, ladies,” he apologizes. “Please have a good rest of your evening. Miss Thomas, you both have our card. If any of you have any questions, concerns, or info, please call us.” Officer Rollins nods his head and meets his partner at their cruiser.

Ryan rounds on me. “What the fuck does he mean you have their card?” she asks, her eyebrows pinching together.

“They questioned me at school yesterday morning about Carson's death,” I say.

“Do they think you have something to do with it?” Ryan asks me.

“I think the tall, lanky one may,” I mumble.

“That's crazy, Layla. You would never hurt a fly, much less a human being. Even if it was dick-head Carson.” Ryan stands between my legs and holds me.

“Is it crazy though?” Blaze laughs, making me and Ryan break apart. He’s leaning against the kitchen counter, his arms crossed over his chest.

“What?” Ryan snaps.

“Come on, Ry! You saw how she acted that night. The way her eyes went dark. She was a psycho bitch before she knocked us out. Then she leaves school with her boyfriend and he’s suddenly dead the next day? Yeah, some fucking coincidence.” Blaze scoffs.

Ryan’s silence astounds me. The memories flood my mind and I realize I can't even defend myself. Kali killed him. Since Kali and I are the same person, it was me whokilled him. The tears in my eyes threaten to spill so I hurry to wipe them away before anyone notices, but it's too late because Blaze already had his eyes on me.

“Oh, please. Go shed those crocodile tears for someone else. All those missing and dead people knew you, Layla. Anyone in their right mind would be suspicious. I mean, you knocked out your goddamn step-sister, for crying out loud. Fuck me, but the fact that you even laid a finger on her. You’re a psycho bitch! If I find out that you’ve hurt Ryan, I’ll fucking end you. I always thought Ry was overreacting when she talked about your little innocent act, but now…I see right through your bullshit.” Blaze’s jaw clenches, his chest moving up and down from his heavy breathing.

My hands tremble and my heart pounds in my chest. I don't know if it's from embarrassment or if I'm pissed off, but I can feel the heat in my face. I faintly hear Ryan telling Blaze to chill out. I’m trying to calm myself down, but everything goes black. Fuck.

Chapter 23

Kali

Opening our eyes, I'm standing in the area between the kitchen and the living room. Blaze and Ryan are arguing. I can't make out their words as I'm still trying to situate myself.

Aaron is still seated at the counter, eyeing me skeptically. Blaze is accusing Layla and he’s not wrong, but he doesn’t have all the facts. He doesn’t know that she can't control it any more than she could before. Hopefully, she'll just learn to enjoy the thrill of this crazy ride.

I’m trying to plan my exit route before I kill Blaze for mouthing off to Layla, but she’d be hurt if I did that. If it wasn't for my promise to her, he'd be a dead man. Aaron’s stare in the back of my head, but I ignore it and exit the house. It’s now or never.

Standing outside devising a plan, I wonder why the fuck haven’t we gotten a vehicle yet. A lightbulb goes off and I can't help the smile that forms on my face. If anyone saw it, they would think I was a lunatic, which just makes me belt out a laugh.

Hopping behind the wheel of Blaze’s Jeep, I cackle when I find his keys are still in the ignition. What a dumb fuck. It’s 6:30 p.m. when I pull out of the driveway and the sun is setting. I turn on the radio and ‘Psycho Killer’ by The Wrecks is playing. I blare the music, and sway to it as I make my way to my destination.

I'm parked in front of the big wooden front doors ofa white mansion, next to my mother’s car. She’s almost always at this house, I remember Layla visiting a few times when they were hosting events.

I walk into the front doors and a butler greets me. He's tall, with dark hair that’s sprinkled with gray.

“May I help you, miss?” he questions me.

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