Page 147 of Reckless Hearts

My mind replays the video of Chase fucking this girl with the tanned skin and the dark black hair from behind, while Brad took her mouth.

…And now Spencer is telling me she was hisstepsister?

Jesusfuck.

Spencer grimaces. “I know. Needless to say, they had a weird relationship. I think it was just casual for him. But that girl was in love with him, like, full-on puppy-dog eyes in love. She’d have done anything for him.”

She’d have done anything for him.

Like fuck him and his buddy on camera just to screw with me.

…Maybe also like looking to avenge his death by going after the girl whom she impersonated in that video? The girl that the boy she loved was in a group bet to see who could sleep with her first?

“She was also pretty nuts,” Spencer mutters. “Pretty sure she was in and out of psych hospitals when were at school, and I don’t think she’s done too well since. Her mom and Chase’s dad split, and I heard her mom got nothing in the divorce. She—”

“Where is she living now?” I hiss quietly.

He frowns. “Actually, right here in New York.”

Shit.

I yank my phone out and start to hammer her name into Google.

“She’s not on social media or anything. I think her mom made her delete all her accounts after her last manic episode. Hang on, I’ve probably got an old picture of her.”

Spencer scrolls through his phone for a minute before he nods. “Yeah, here we go.”

He hands the phone to me. I frown as I take it from his hand.

Oh fuck.

Oh holy fucking shit.

My eyes widen as I look into the face of the girl on the screen—Chase Cavandish’s stepsister Allison, who was madly in love with him.

Who’s dangerously mentally unwell.

And who now goes by a different name.

“Deimos!?”

Spencer barely catches his phone as I whirl and bolt out the door. When I try to call Dahlia it only rings once before going straight to voicemail. I call again, but the same thing happens.

Then I start torun.

33

DAHLIA

“You are aGodsend.”

I laugh as I take a sip of the fresh coffee Victoria’s just made. Her apartment is pretty small but super cozy, especially where we’re currently camped out in her living room. Small as it may be, the place gets a ton of natural light, and it turns out Victoria has a mega green thumb. Plants fill the living room—some potted, some hanging in baskets—and it gives the room a great calming vibe.

“Well, it took me forever to even get these to you,” I groan, nodding at the class notes in front of her. “The least I could do was help you decipher my horrible handwriting and weird brain patterns.”

“Nah, you’re totally normal,” she grins, tapping her own temple. “Trust me, I’m the crazy one.”

I roll my eyes as she glances back to the notes.

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