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I always knew Aidan was a selfish prick, but to fuck his girlfriend without getting her off is all sorts of wrong. Though, I’m not surprised. I heard them fuck more times than I can count from my bedroom, and not once did I hear Rowen come.

Not like she came on my lap just dry-humping me.

“Tell me… I’m curious. At our mother’s wake, did you break up with my brother because he wanted to fuck you in the ass or because you knew he’d be fucking terrible at it?”

“Do you honestly care if it was one or the other?” she pants, her eyes fixed on my mouth. “Or are you more concerned that Aidan is no longer anything to me now?”

“I couldn’t give a rat’s ass that you broke up with him, if that’s what you’re inferring.”

“Then why bring it up? Especially when I’ve done far worse to your family?”

“Are you baiting me right now, Roe?”

Her hazel eyes turn cold when I call her by the nickname my sister gave her when they were younger.

“I told you not to call me that,” she demands, more spirited.

Ah, this I can work with.

“Why not? Nora called you that all the time. I bet she called out that name when you were killing her, too. Didn’t she?”

She turns her face away from mine, her lust evaporating to give way to her sadness and guilt.

“You’re not Nora.”

I grip her throat, pulling her to face me again, and reply, “You’re right. I’m not. And never forget it. You won’t be able to manipulate me as easily as you manipulated her. Trust me. I’ve got you pegged.”

“You do, do you?” She laughs maniacally. “Then please feel free to share because I have no idea who I am anymore. Not without Nora.”

My forehead bunches at her remark.

I release my grip from her throat so fast that she almost loses her footing, stumbling to the ground for the second time today.

“I know exactly who you are, Rowen. A killer. A liar. And a fucking traitorous bitch. My sister loved you. She put her trust in you. And you failed her. You fucking betrayed her. For that, you will suffer. I promise you.”

“When?” she asks, far too eagerly. “When will I suffer?”

You already are.

“You’ll see soon enough. Like I said. I have big plans for you, Rowen. Big fucking plans.” And with that, I turn my back on her and walk away, knowing those big plans will be revealed tomorrow.

She’ll get her death by my hand just as she craves. She’ll get that and a whole lot more.

My mind is made up—before I extinguish the very light from her eyes, I’m going to abuse her body, wreck her mind, and destroy what little soul she has left inside her wretched being. After I’m done with her, she will be so far gone that she won’t even plead for death anymore—just mercy.

Chapter 18

Rowen

The Harvest Festival—the most important night of the year for our small town.

After tonight, the fate of the Harvest Dozen will be revealed, and starting tomorrow, everyone in Blackwater Falls can begin to grieve their loss.

No matter how unbearable the suspense may be, tradition dictates that we must all patiently wait for the stroke of midnight when Mayor Davenport announces this year’s Harvest Dozen. Surprisingly enough, not even he knows the names of those selected and must wait like the rest of us for the big reveal.

I only know this because my father—when we were on better terms—loved to talk shop. He once told me that the film canister containing the list of names always arrives by courier in the early hours of the day of the Harvest Festival. When it arrives, my father and a deputy of his choosing watch the mayor place the canister in a safe and input a combination that only he and my father are privy to. For the rest of the day, that safe is always guarded by one of my father’s deputies until the festival begins.Only then is the canister removed and taken to the projector in the town square, where the film is carefully prepared for viewing.

Being the sheriff’s daughter does have its perks since this little tidbit isn’t common knowledge.

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