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“You’re going to go find out what those cunts are up to,” Alex said.

“I am?” Jason said, shocked that Alex gave a damn.

“Don’t lose them,” Alex said, shoving Jason forward.

Stumbling, Jason pushed through the crowd, hurrying to follow Grace and Sarah.

CHAPTER 67

Fifteen Years Ago

1:40 a.m.

Jason

As Grace headed into the bathroom, Jason took the opportunity to slip into the double doors of the walk-in closet.

After pulling the door toward him, until he could see through an inch crack, he pushed a button on the wall, and a dim, soft warm light provided illumination. The closet was enormous. About half the size of the bedroom and completely empty, like a small boutique with no clothes, just rows and rows of bare shelves.

Jason let out a quiet breath.

His heart slammed as he spied Sarah, lying on the bed where Grace had left her.

After following them upstairs, he’d caught them heading into one of the several bedrooms on the wide hallway. WhileGrace helped Sarah lie down, Jason watched from just outside the door, peeking around the corner so Grace wouldn’t catch him.

He felt like a psycho stalker, but he wanted to make sure Sarah was okay.

Not that he thought Grace would hurt her, but Jason was worried. Sarah might have had too much to drink. What if she was suffering from alcohol poisoning? Or worse, what if she’d been drugged? He wouldn’t put it past one of the rich assholes at the party to roofie her, hoping they could get her in bed.

The thought sent a strange feeling through Jason.

A mix of repulsion and excitement.

The same feeling that washed over him in waves as he’d watched Alex and Sarah have sex. Instead of slipping away, as he should have, as any decent person would have, he’d stayed, hating himself for becoming aroused.

Sighing, Jason rubbed his eyes, then peeked through the thin slit between the closet doors.

His heart slammed as Phil Richart entered the room.

CHAPTER 68

Fifteen Years Ago

1:51 a.m.

Jason

Phil slapped Sarah, crashing his hand against her cheek.

Jason recoiled, feeling the shock of Phil’s blow as though it had landed on his own cheek.

When he’d seen Phil enter the bedroom, Jason hadn’t known what to think. Why was Phil there? Had he followed Grace and Sarah to the bedroom? If so, why? The chalet, technically, was Phil’s house and he could go into any room he wanted to at any time, but …

Still, why would Phil follow Grace and Sarah to the bedroom?

And why, when Grace returned from the bathroom, had Phil hidden behind the curtains? For some reason, Phil hadn’t wanted Grace to know he was there. Watching. And waiting.But, for what? When Grace left the bedroom, Jason realized what Phil was up to …

When Phil had sat on the bed next to Sarah, caressing her face, Jason was livid. Enraged. How fucking dare Phil touch her. As Phil’s fingers trailed along Sarah’s beautiful, pale skin, Jason wanted to break every bone in that sonofabitch’s hand. No, he wanted to do more than that. Worse than that.

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