Page 92 of Sinister Lies

“NO!”

Phantom’s eyes grew black, his body shaking impossibly harder, his breathing labored.

“NO!”

Rhett jumped in front of the door as Phantom charged, his advance faltered as Phantom snatched Rhett up by the neck of his t-shirt and vehemently tossed him to the side like he was garbage. By the time I could get to Rhett, Phantom was already out of the room and had left the front door wide open for anyone to come and go as they pleased.

“We have to stop him,” Rhett’s voice staggered as he made to get up with my assistance. “Go, Isaac. Stop him. I’ll catch up.”

I nodded and ran, making it out the front door just to curse under my breath as the elevator closed way before I could ever make it in time to stop him.

When I made it there, I pressed the DOWN button, impatiently cursing to myself until the contraption allowed me to step inside. A moment later, Rhett was at my side, panting hard when the doors opened.

We didn’t speak. We both ran in, jetting out fast on our heels and toward the boys’ parking lot. About halfway there, Rhett murmured that someone was right behind us. I looked back, blinking fast before I adjusted my eyes forward.

It was Samara.

What the fuck was she doing?

I ignored the interference for now and continued onward, Rhett and I cutting a sharp corner when we saw Phantom’s SUV spinning wheels out of the parking lot.

“FUCK!” I shouted, gripping my icy locks so hard I was surprised I hadn’t ripped them bloody clean from my scalp. “Rhett, do you have your keys?”

He snatched them off his belt loop and dashed for his car. Samara joined our sides and hopped in the backseat before anyone could question what the fuck she was doing or why she was here.

“DRIVE,” she demanded when we were all inside, clipping on her seatbelt.

I looked back at her to see she had a pistol in her hand. She discarded the round and checked it before popping it back in place.

“What are you—”

“Jace called me. He filled me in about Cindy. I’m assuming Phantom just found out?”

Rhett and I both nodded.

“Enough said. Just get wherever it is we’re going. We can figure out the rest later.”

The look on her face had me questioning her motives, but I shoved them out and kept my eyes forward, deciding it could wait until later.

She was here.

She knew.

That meant something, right?

She cared about us…

Right?

“How long?” she snarled from the backseat.

“I-I don’t know,” Rhett replied. “I-I don’t know where to go.”

“Try the tattoo shop,” I offered, thinking maybe Phantom would choose there first. “If not there then he’s gone to the house.”

“It’s the house,” Samara said, like she knew our brother better than we did. “If he just found out she’s dead, he’ll want to hear it from the horse’s mouth himself. Your father.”

Rhett looked at me then, uncertain. Against my better thoughts, I nodded and told Rhett to head to the house.

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