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“Asshole?” he sneers. “That’s Dixie. She loved this shit.”

He clicks through several other screens before pulling up a series of messages. Once again, I struggle to find whatever it is he’s trying to show me until Dr. Love shows up halfway down the page.

It’s a group post with several different people including Dixie under her handle and a few others I don’t recognize. Why isn’t this on her computer? Did she delete it?

Matt points his cursor over another name toward the top of the page and I read the message with a sinking sensation in the pit of my stomach.

Dixieletta:Have you ever enjoyed hurting someone?

“What?” I whisper and Matt grunts.

“Don’t you get it? She was all into that shit. And the Sinners shut her down.”

“The Sinners? What are you talking about?”

“It’s Diem fucking McCafferty. Don’t you think it’s a little coincidental that those fuckers left that house the night Dixie died?”

“What?”

Matt sighs and I eye him carefully because with each question I ask, his jaw becomes ever tighter.

When I step back, he grabs my arm. “You’ll tell her. Right?”

“Tell who?”

“Maeve! Tell her it was him. She’s fucking the damn enemy!” he snaps and I wrench from his hold.

“You saw them at the house that night?” I ask and he nods. “What were you doing there?”

He grinds his teeth so loud, I hear an audible pop. As I back to the door, I wonder if maybe he looks so fucking terrible because he’s high. Which makes him unpredictable at best.

“We were just having fun,” he says, his voice breaking on a sob.

“Fun?” I repeat dumbly. This fucker is cycling between emotions so quickly, my head is spinning.

“Yeah. Nobody was gonna get hurt. Just a couple of pranks, you know? But then, those fucking Sinners got involved. I didn’t mean to hurt her!”

Splaying my hands before me, I glance down the hall. “I don’t understand, Matt.”

He follows my stare with a frown, before collapsing to the chair and rubbing his face. “That bitch Willow kept encouraging Maeve to get with Diem. I was only trying to scare her.”

“Okay, I understand. Of course,” I soothe. “Maybe we could talk about this later? When you’re not so upset?”

Shaking his head, he says bitterly, “It’s too late. Dixie fucked everything up. The Sinners are coming for us all, now.”

My blood runs cold, and I clutch the door frame as dizziness assails me. “Why?”

“Because we know too much.”

Chapter 20

A tooth for a fucking tooth.

Penny

After the weird ass interlude with Matt, I go home and lock the door behind me. I’m guessing Matt’s obsession with Maeve went a little deeper than a crush. Who knew?

What did he mean about the pranks gone wrong? Were the Sinners at the house the night Dixie died? No surprise, if they were, no one from that camp mentioned it. On my side, my ass.

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