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“I’ll make you sorry.” The threat steals my breath, and anticipation speeds the beat of my heart.

Walking backwards and a few feet in front of him, I ask, “Do you promise?”

His eyes widen before narrowing as a smirk lifts the corner of his lips. “Yeah, sweetheart. Daddy promises all kinds of punishment for teasing.”

I didn’t know a promise could grab me in a chokehold and hang on until I couldn’t think straight, but that’s what’s happening here.

“Damon will be here at noon sharp to get you.” I nod, allowing Lars to catch up to me so we can walk back to the house normally. “I’ll drop you off Monday before school.”

My breath catches. “You will?”

“Yes, Ellie, I will. Unless you don’t want me to.” There’s an edge to his tone. I understand that he doesn’t want to hide us, but I don’t know if I’m ready for the world to rip his life apart, because it will.

“I do.” I go quiet, hiding my eyes. “But I worry about you getting into trouble.”

When I glance up again, I can tell he struggles to curtail his need to tug me back into his arms. He wishes to respect my concerns, and I think I fall a little more in love with him.

“You don’t need to worry about me, sweetheart. I can take care of myself, and if people want to think horrible things about me, about us, then they aren’t people I want to know.” Breathing a little easier, I offer a slight nod as we continue home.

After a quick goodbye, I enter the house and head back up to my room where I was previously studying. It’s an hour before Clara comes to check on me.

“You doing all right?” I don’t know if I’ll ever grow used to her genuine care and concern.

“Yeah. My dad wants to see me. Says he’ll confess if I speak to him.”

She drops onto the bed across from where I’m sitting at the desk they moved in here for me. “What do you want to do?”

“I want to know what happened to my mom.”

My eyes burn with tears as I think about it all. Try as I might, I don’t remember much from that time of my life. I remember the grief, the anger, the debilitating shock, but nothing of importance. I need those answers so I can grieve again and move on from the loss that feels like it’s happened all over again.

“I understand that. But will it help with what’s going on now?”

I haven’t said anything to Clara, but I know she and Connor are aware of the bullying and judgment at school over what my father has done. After the news broke, it didn’t take long for me to be identified as his daughter. Carly certainly hasn’t made things any better, either.

Shrugging, I don’t commit to an answer. To be honest, I only explained to her out of courtesy. It’s my choice, and I know it. Which is why I’m thinking about it.

“I’m going to stay at Damon’s for the next couple of nights. I’ll be home before my first exam on Monday.”

I have three of them next week, and as much as I’d like to skip them, I just want to get the school year done and over with. I’ve been working diligently to finish my final two courses sooner than the end of the semester. I have two exams for AP Chemistry and one for History. After that, I’m done.

“Oh, okay.” They can tell me no if they want to, but I sometimes feel like they aren’t sure how to deal with me. “We could have a special dinner after your final exam; celebrate a little?” She’s hesitant in her request.

“Sure, Clara, that would be nice.”

She leaves after that, and I’m alone for the rest of the night. Lost in studying and analyzing every moment of the last six years, wondering how I never noticed my father was a notorious serial killer.

CHAPTER 11

Lars

“Dad?” The alarm in Damon’s voice sets me on edge as I rush downstairs to see what’s wrong. “Did you know about this?”

On the noon news show are photos of Ellie and her parents. The broadcasters are speaking about the crimes of Kevin Dawson in Florida and across the southwestern states, with breaking news about four more bodies found in Georgia.

“Motherfucker,” I hiss. We just received this fucking information. How the hell does the news have it already? “I’m going to fucking kill someone.”

“Should you be saying that?” Damon smarts off, and I glare at him. He raises his hands in surrender.

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