Page 199 of Under the Bed

Blood stains on the table. Brain matter tainting the floor.

Masterpiece.

“Where are they?” Kaleb, like me, doesn’t bother correcting Dr. Shithead. He’s deadly focused on us. On getting the information we need.

If our parents are dead, we could waltz right in. Otherwise, we have to be prepared for their resistance.

“I tried doing it your way.” His doctor sounds like he’s smiling. He has no clue who and what he’s facing. “Tried getting inside your head. I started by shooting down the entire staff here. Then I bound these two privileged fucks to their dining room chairs.”

Realization dawns on me as he rambles. He must’ve had my place bugged while I had my back turned to him. That’s how he knew we’d be here today.

Stupid. Stupid, stupid, stupid, Shiloh.

“I slammed a hammer into her dad’s face. Ripped your mother’s heart out.”

Neither Kaleb nor I react to this. Their deaths don’t affect us.

On the contrary. It works in our favor.

Since they’re gone and we weren’t the ones to kill them, I’ll inherit all of Dad’s money.

Kaleb could hide while the police interview me. He’d stay away until the inheritance was settled.

After that, we’d be free to buy an island, maybe?

We could.

The way this night has unfolded, Kaleb and I could have everything.

Thanks to Dr. Reynolds.

Thanks to my asshole father as well. Even in his death, he insisted we be portrayed as theperfect family. His words, not mine, as he shared the contents of his will with me.

You and the world will have a constant reminder of who your father is.

I’ll remember him, all right.

Years of manipulation. Of isolating me. The scar on my shoulder.

I’ll remember it and take his money.

I’ll put Dad’s wealth to good use. Into saving Kaleb.

“I killed everyone here while I was wearing this.” Dr. Reynolds laughs.

Kaleb makes a sound in the back of his throat. “What the fuck.”

The thin thread that held my patience together snaps. I shove the fingers of my free hand between Kaleb’s fist and my wrist, prying him off me.

“Shiloh.” I hear his grunt as he tries to catch me.

I’m faster.

That poor excuse for a therapist is taunting my stepbrother. I won’t let him. I won’t.

When I make it to his side, my jaw drops. The fury that’d been boiling my blood morphs into something more. Rage I’ve never known before floods me.

Dr. Reynolds wasn’t talking about what he was wearing on his body. His black coat and wrinkled dark pants are nothing special.

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