Kali waggles her eyebrows, causing me to roll my eyes. At least someone is excited about our escort. I haven’t seen much of Lee since he lost Bailee. I would never forget the ghosts in his eyes and feel bad that he’s stuck with us.
He arrives shortly afterward and drives us home. He doesn’t say a lot on the drive home but insists on walking us into the house. I watch as he checks every room downstairs, even the windows and locks, all the while fielding off Kali’s advances. “Your room is upstairs?” he asks and I nod.
“Actually, we both sleep upstairs.”
Lee heads for the stairs. I wait patiently by my door while he looks in Kali’s room and then the bathroom. I can see in the way his face is void of emotion that he isn’t doing well. On a normal day, Lee is handsome. His features strong and dark in comparison to the twins. He’s also way more laidback than Steffan, but also more responsible than Soren. On a normal day, though, he’s his normal self. Right now he looks lost. The urge to hug him flits through my mind, but I push the thought away. Lee walks toward me and nods his head. I push the door open and flick on my light.
“Oh no!” I gasp and Lee rushes into the room, his hand on my shoulder, pulling my body behind his. There’s another black box sitting on my bed.
It looks identical to the same black box I received at Christmas. My fingers are trembling as I step around Lee and walk over to my bed.
“Taylor,” Lee warns, moving closer toward me, one hand on my arm and the other eyeing the box.
“Someone was here,” I whisper, completely freaked out even as I reach for the box.
“Careful,” Lee warns. Our eyes meet right as I flip the lid off the box. “Oh shit,” Lee inhales. Inside, lies a bloody heart that’s still warm.
Sitting in the box among black shredded tissue is a letter…
Happy Valentine’s Day, Taylor.