Page 87 of Vow of Revenge
It was obvious I didn’t mean anything to him, and that’s what really hurt, that’s what was crushing me to death. I’d ignored all his phone calls and texts messages because I thought they were just for show. But as each one had popped up it gave me a warped pleasure to know he was thinking about me.
Retreating to my new house, I slipped into comfy sweats and hid in my hovel, buried in a book. It was my only method of shutting out reality and being in a world where there were no consequences.
A ping echoed in the silence. I had mail. Hitting return on my laptop keypad I watched as Kaleb’s name sat in bold at the top of my email list.
I hesitated. My heart bucked.
Email: Kaleb De Courcy
Heading: ?
Freya
What time did you go out?
Kaleb
Why is he asking that? What has the time got to do with anything?
Email: Freya Harte Beaumont
Heading: ?
Why?
Freya
I hit send, a flurry of prickles covered my scalp.
Email: Kaleb De Courcy
Heading: ?
I didn’t see you leave.
Kaleb
What the hell does that mean? How could he see me leave?
Email: Freya Harte Beaumont
Heading: ?
What does that even mean?
Freya
Within seconds his replied pinged into my inbox.
Email: Kaleb De Courcy
Heading: ?
I was outside your house last night.
Kaleb
My heart slammed into my ribcage making me woozy.
