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“Well, I will let you go, call me tomorrow night,” I tell her, and Kade pops back into view.

“I will make sure she does,” he says, kissing her cheek in a show of affection. Abbie blows me some kisses.

“I love you,” she says.

“More than my life,” I reply.

“Yep, you know that” she says, smiling, and my heart hammersin my chest. I press my lips in a line as she rubs the spot behind her ear. She didn’t say it back.She always says it back!

“I love you; I will speak with you tomorrow,” I tell her. She nods, and we both hang up.

“She seems good. Hopefully, Gannon will get off my back now,” Kyson says.

“She didn’t say it back,” I tell him, staring at the blacked-out screen.

“Pardon?” Kyson asks.

“She always says it back!” I tell him. Kyson’s brows furrow.

“She looked fine, she said so herself.”

“They are making her say that, Kyson. She didn’t say it back!” I tell him, becoming angry.

“I know you miss her, but…”

“She didn’t say it back. She always says it back. We are leaving now; we are bringing her home,” I tell him.

Kyson growls and shakes his head. “Kade will bring her up the following weekend. She seems fine, looked great, and seems to be getting along with Cassandra,” Kyson says.

Is he thick? Did he not hear what I said? Anger courses through me, the raging lust burning out. I know Abbie, and I try to explain about her touching the scar behind her ear. But Kyson looks back at me like I have three heads. I know Abbie better than I know myself.

Kyson reaches out for me, but I pull away.

“We need to go get Abbie, now!”

“I can’t do that, Azalea. She wants to stay; she told me herself when I asked.”

“I don’t care what she told you. I am telling you, it was an act! That was not Abbie, not my Abbie!” I yell at him.

Kyson reaches for my hand, and I jerk it away from him. “Don’t fucking touch me. We need to get Abbie,” I snap, and he growls at me.

“You are being ridiculous. She is fine,” he retorts, stepping closer, but I take a step back.

“Azalea!”

“We need to go get Abbie!” I snarl.

Chapter Twenty-One

Liam had to repeatedly crank up the volume to drown out the shrill cries emanating from the basement. Mrs. Daley’s blood-curdling screams reverberated around the dimly lit space.

Eventually, her cries ceased altogether, replaced by a ghastly silence. The stone floor is now a bright canvas, painted with the remnants of her life. The scent of raw meat permeates the air, mingling with the metallic tang of fresh blood. Her body is bloody and lifeless, having skinned the bitch alive. Oh, how I loved hearing them scream. Although I could have gone without the erection it gave me.

Washing my hands in the filthy sink, I dry them on a hessian bag I find sitting beside it before staring at the old hag’s pelt hanging up on a hook from the ceiling, admiring my handiwork. I head for the stairs with a shrug. The rickety old steps creak under my weight as I climb them. Opening the door, I shake my head when I see Liam shaking his ass and dancing to the music he has blaring loudly. Liam is still wearing his floral apron, only now he is doing the dishes.

Katrina comes into the kitchen with another pile of plates clutched in her hands, a tea towel draped over her shoulder. She gives me a wary look. She hesitates for a second, then hurries past me toward the small kitchen. She sets the plates on the bench beside Liam. He grabs her hand and twirls her around, pulling her to dance with him, tugging her body flush against his.

Only then does he spot me standing by the basement door. He smirks, letting her go and drying his hands on the apron.

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