Page 128 of Positively Pricked
Once again, I was referring to myself.
I stood. "I really need to go."
Teddy frowned. "So soon?"
If I'd been smart, I would've left an hour ago – or better yet, declined his invitation entirely. Now, I was just eager to leave.
I wasn't thrilled when he insisted on walking me back to the hotel, supposedly for my own safety.
I was evenlessthrilled when he spent the first half of the walk theorizing that Zane had strong-armed the grandfather into rewriting the will, and the second half hinting that Zane might've had his uncles killed so he wouldn’t have to share the inheritance.
Call me a sap, but I didn't believe either one of these things.
Was I being naïve? Maybe. But the way I saw it, Zane had plenty of bad qualities already without adding elder-abuse and killing to the list. Plus, when it came to both theories, I couldn’t help but consider the source – Teddy, who seemed way too eager to believe all kinds of things that simply weren't true.
Who knows? Maybe I didn't trust any of them, including the uncles who, dead or not, didn't sound like particularly nice people.
By the time Teddy and I said goodbye at the hotel entrance, all I wanted was to crawl under the covers and forget the whole lot of them.
But I couldn't.
Why? Because when I was finally approaching my own hotel room, who did I see waiting for me?
Zane Bennington.
