My hands were clammy. I took my steps slow, not in any hurry right now. My heart raced.
I came to her house, and like I expected, it was a large building. One that screamed money and prestige, entitlement.
In my mind, I saw Heather in that building. Her hand to the glass. Then I played the video in my head. Chloe kissing my dad. Chloe helping him take Heather.
With firm footsteps, I walked up to the door and knocked.
Within seconds, the door opened, and I turned to see a scared-looking maid.
“I’m here to see Chloe.” I folded my arms, kept my back ramrod straight.
“You are?”
“She’s expecting me. We wouldn’t want to keep her waiting.”
The maid looked positively relieved as I stepped over the threshold.
“Let me tell her you’ve arrived,” the maid said.
I put my hand on her shoulder and shook my head. I lifted my glasses to sink into my hair and I winked at her. “Don’t you worry about it. I can take it from here.”
Not that I’d ever been to Chloe’s house before. It wasn’t high on my list of places to visit. The one thing I did know, all of these houses had the main kitchen at the back, so I went through there.
I was surprised to see at least five kitchen staff. None of them looked happy.
Stepping out into the yard, I followed the path around, and sure enough, on a sun lounger, I spotted the murderous bitch. She fanned herself. A drink sat beside her, and the swimming pool was a few feet ahead of her.
I could drown her in it and no one would hear her scream.
Now that I saw Chloe, my rage seemed to take on an ugly form the closer I got to her. This bitch was the nastiest of people. She killed and took life without a care in the world.
“Ugly bitch, where is my fucking phone? Slut,” Chloe said.
She’d turned the other way, calling out to, I was guessing, the maid.
I wore sneakers, so my footsteps didn’t make a sound. The closer I got, the less I thought about what I was doing. In the next second, I had gone from watching her to suddenly straddling Chloe’s slender form with my hands wrapped around her throat.
I tore her glasses from her face and stared into her eyes. “Remember me?” I asked.
Chloe’s eyes went wide and I squeezed my hands a little tighter. “What the fuck?”
“Do you think that’s what Heather said when she woke up in a burning building?” I asked.
“Have you gone completely mental?” Chloe tried to scratch my arms, but I didn’t care. I had her neck in my hands and all I could think about was Heather dying.
“I saw you,” I said. “I saw what you did.” I leaned down so my lips were against her ear. “We know the truth, and so does The Society.”
“You can’t prove anything.”
I laughed.
Chloe held my hands, but I had let go of her neck long enough for her to be able to speak. Hearing that, I was done. I tightened my hold, and this time, I used both hands.
“You’re going to know what it feels like to choke. To lose your ability to breathe.”
Was this why I didn’t tell William immediately that I loved him? I knew I was going to go down for murder?
I had no idea. I couldn’t stop.
This was what needed to happen.
All of a sudden, my body was pulled off Chloe. The force of it made me let go of her neck, and I heard her deep breath.
Arms still held me back, but mine were outstretched as I tried to get to her. “No!”