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But thank God it took them so long. If they’d been here sooner, he would still be alive.

Tires skid over gravel, the sound barely audible over the police cars’ warbling sirens. I stroke Candy’s face and then reach over her, dragging the coverlet over her naked body.

No one can see her like this.

Never again will my Candy have to endure another’s eyes on her naked skin.

Her eyes flutter as if she’s trying to keep them open, and then close when she finally loses the fight.

Even masked in blood, her face is serene in sleep.

You know, I’ve changed my mind.

I get it now.

Revenge?

Definitely best served cold.

Ice fucking cold, bitch.

Chapter Sixty-Four

Candy

“Come on.”

Joah’s voice comes from far away.

“Time to get up.”

I know he’s right. We can’t keep lying here like this. Someone will see us. Someone will know.

There’s no pain as he helps me up. As we maneuver around the blood and the body and the murder weapon.

Manslaughter, right? Self-defense?

Is that jail or juvie or community service?

Go to jail, go straight to jail. Do not pass go. Do not collect—

We stop halfway down the hall. Joah sways, and I move with him, incapable of standing on my own.

He says something, and I’m not sure if I hear ‘purge’ or ‘surge’.

Neither makes sense, but I don’t complain when Joah props me against the wall and heads back into the bedroom.

Joah wrapped a sheet around me. It gathers up my back and leaves my bare ass to thump into the carpet when my legs give out a second later.

Click go my teeth.

Joah walks past me, hand in a fist. Then he goes to the study door and opens it.

Orange light bathes his face a second before he disappears inside.

Hell.

He’s stepped into the mouth of hell.

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