Page 181 of Secret Obsession
You’re already in love, idiot.
Miles’ face looms in front of me. Smirking, secretive, caring. The blue eyes fill my vision, and for the first time since I was closed in here, I cry.
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MILES
Unknown
Meet me where you killed him.
If anyone accompanies you, she dies.
* * *
Greyson drops me off around the corner from Willow’s house. I walk the rest of the way, my hands empty. I have the knife that killed his brother in my pocket and Knox’s phone in my other.
Besides those two things, I’ve got nothing.
No bargaining chip, nothing to offer. No platitudes.
I’m going to die, or she is, or he will.
I ball my fists.
The door to Willow’s house is open. I step into the foyer, glancing at the door on the first floor. The landlord’s apartment door is shut tight. I continue up the stairs, a sinking feeling in my chest.
He wouldn’t have lugged the case freezer up here.
So either she’s not in it, or…
They’re not here.
Except for the light on in the apartment, I would think I’m right. The light spills out into the hallway. I step inside the apartment and push the door shut behind me. Nothing moves. Not a whisper of sound reaches my ears.
My brother’s phone chimes in my hand.
Unknown
You’re getting warmer.
Fuck this guy.
I do a sweep through the rest of the apartment. It’s still destroyed, and my shoes pick up bits of soil as I go. I leave tracks as I check her bedroom and bathroom. Both empty.
Basement?
I pick up a knife from the counter and adjust my grip on it, the blade extending from the bottom of my hand and facing out. I make my way back downstairs silently and go around the stairwell, to the closed door that leads down.
I take the steps slowly, the light from Knox’s phone illuminating the stairwell. It goes down five steps to a landing, then makes a right turn and descends farther.
When I get to the bottom, the lights flicker on over my head. They buzz as they come to life. I spin around and stop in my tracks when I find the masked brother. He’s sitting on the case freezer, a gun in his hand. He’s got it resting on his thigh, pointed at my feet.
“Did you lure me here to kill me?” I ask.
My gaze keeps going to the case.
Willow is in there.
