Page 276 of The Invite
“What?”
“I’ve been watching you since the news of you whoring around with that boy spread everywhere.” She cackles triumphantly. “His mother and I seem to share a same goal. You… dead.”
She knows Elizabeth?
“It didn’t take her long to find out who you are, Tyra. She put a hit out on you and I know she meant it for me.”
Elizabeth wouldn’t go this far, would she?
I don’t want to believe it but deep down, I know it’s the truth. As tears spring to my eyes, my mother’s eyes light up.
“You’re so pathetic. I should’ve killed you the second I got pregnant. Instead, I listened to your father.” I gasp when she slaps me across the face before forcing me to look at her. “You were supposed to be like us. You. Ruined. Everything.”
Adrenaline powers through my veins out of nowhere and I shove her back.
She trips backward, not expecting it.
I whip around and run.
“Ahh!!” Something hard smashes against the back of my head, sending me tumbling to the tiled floor.
A ringing pain radiates down my skull as my forehead cracks against the ground. Moaning in agony, I turn over and the last thing I see is a vase coming at my head.
Then nothing but pitch-black darkness.
Augustus
I perch on Scarlett’s bed and stare at her sleeping form. The pain meds have knocked her out. Running my hand down the length of her arm, I lift her top slightly at the waist to check the wound. The bandage is two to three inches long.
“I called Dr. Ren over,” informs Maverick from the other side of the bed. “She’ll recover in a few weeks. The blade didn’tpenetrate too deep or damage any nerves. He’ll come over in five days to remove her stitches.”
I cover her stomach. “Is something going on between her and Kaid?”
Maverick’s features pull taut at the question. A visible tic in his jaw as his eyes go impassive. “Not that I know of. His reaction caught me off guard too.”
Now that Nessa is safe and sound at her place, I’m able to focus clearly on the things I missed. Scarlett hates Kaid’s guts. They’re always at each other’s throats, intent on destroying the other. Despite it all, there was trust reflecting in her eyes when he picked her up.
Was it a one-off incident or is there something more between them?
“I ran into Bertha,” says Maverick. “Said someone dropped mail off for you. She left it in your room.”
I stand up. “You’re staying with Scarlett?”
“Yeah.” His eyes soften as he glances at her. “I’ll take care of her. Go to Nessa.”
Nodding, I press a kiss on Scarlett’s temple before exiting.
Curious about the mail since I didn’t order anything online, I stride to my bedroom. Inside, I find a thick manila envelope on the bed. There’s no return address on it, making me suspicious. Tearing it open, I turn it upside down and throw the contents out on the mattress.
My throat closes up when a black envelope glares back at me. The red letter ‘A’ taunting me with its ugly sight. I rip out the note tucked inside.
Your girlfriend is a liar.
Xoxo,
A.
What?
