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"Make him feel small?"
Stab.
"Make him question himself?"
Stab.
Blood sprays. Elle jerks, spasms, then finally goes still.
She’s dead.
Elle is dead.
And Indigo killed her.
My chest tightens. My vision tunnels.
But Indigo isn’t done.
With eerie, deliberate slowness, she cuts Elle open.
Reaches inside.
And pulls out her intestines.
My stomach twists violently as she lifts them, admiring them like a prized necklace. Then she loops them around Elle’s neck and ties them into a fucking bow.
"Jewelry," she sighs, clapping her bloodied hands together like a delighted child. "A girl’s best friend. Done."
I gasp, unable to stop myself.
Indigo whirls around.
Our eyes meet. And she smiles. A wide, bright, unhinged smile.
"Well," she giggles, her voice light, airy, happy. "Now you know everything."
CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
INDIGO
Malik looks stunned, his dark eyes wide and unblinking, his body tense like he's preparing to bolt. But he's seen the bitch, so pretending is useless. And hell, maybe this is for the better. Maybe it’s time.
"Why?" he asks, his voice hoarse, like the question scraped against his throat on the way out.
I shrug, feigning nonchalance, though my insides twist. "I don’t know. I like it. It’s fun and creative. I’m careful, so I won’t get caught, and I’d never hurt you. I love you."
He doesn’t say anything. The silence stretches so long I feel it like a rope tightening around my ribs, making it harder to breathe. I shouldn’t have done this here. I should’ve known better than to bring a piece somewhere Malik knew. His place. His safe space.
I grit my teeth, the weight of the moment pressing down on me. "This is where you say you love me too, Malik."
He swallows hard. "I—I—I don’t know. Well, I do… I think I do. But this..." He waves a hand toward Elle's body, his fingers trembling. "What the fuck am I supposed to do with this?"
"Love me anyway?" My voice cracks, the rawness of the words vibrating in the air between us. "That’s what love is, right? Loving someone through their flaws? Mine’s just a little extra… well… flaw-y."
"Indigo." He whispers my name like it’s a prayer, or maybe a curse.
I step closer, my hands shaking as I reach for him, but he takes a step back. I freeze, heart hammering, stomach twisting into a brutal knot. "You leave and don’t say anything. I’ll deal with this. No one will ever know. You just have to keep my secret."
