Page 23 of The Cute Psycho

Vanya, on the other hand, is on her knees in front of Elena. She's bawling her eyes out, her hands touching her face, her hair. She's crying for the sister that met the same fate she had.

Taking a blanket from the bed, I cover Elena's body, hoping to offer her some modesty, at least in death.

Vanya is inconsolable as she keeps trying to rouse her sister. Everything to no avail.

Shaking my head, I look around for Katya, confused that she's not here.

A small hope flares inside of me as I think that she might have been spared. I search every single room of the house, finding Mother's dead body and that of those loyal to my father.

No Katya...

By chance, I stumble upon someone who moans in pain. Realizing he still lives, I crouch next to him, thinking I might get some answers.

He's face down on the carpet, and as I turn him around, I note it's the family doctor—Sasha.

"Sasha," I say, slapping his face to get his attention.

His eyes are unfocused, but eventually he finds his words.

"Vlad..."

"Where is Katya?" I ask, getting straight to the topic.

"Katya..." he croaks, grimacing in pain, "He gave her to him," he finally says.

"Him? Who?"

Sasha shakes his head.

"Misha's partner." Is all he says before his eyes close.

Still feeling a pulse, I put him over my shoulder and I meet up with Bianca back in the great hall. Vanya is sluggishly trailing behind, her face one of desolation at losing both her sisters.

Placing Sasha on a table, I realize I'm the one in charge now. So I just shoot orders, taking out my phone and dialing contact after contact, knowing that the entire place is due for a cleaning.

"Your sisters?" Bianca eventually asks, and I just shake my head.

Elena may be dead, but Katya isn't.

I just have to find the man who took her.

"You'll make them pay, brother. Promise me." Vanya comes around me, her eyes misted with tears.

I look down at her and I feel my heart jerk a little in my chest.

"Promise," I say, taking her small hand in mine.

It seems I have my work cut out for me.

Two sisters. Two faceless enemies.

A smile pulls at my lips.

"Shh, it's starting," Vanya shushes me, directing her gaze toward the stage, her big eyes full of curiosity.

Somehow, her bad eye doesn't hang out of its socket as much today.

Leaning back into my seat, I chug some champagne, knowing it's going to take a while until they get to the interesting part.

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