Page 112 of The Colour of Revenge
Daddy Death:It needs to be spectacular. Mark the occasion properly.
Queen Carina:You're back to normal.
Daddy Death:Plotting a demise does that to me.
Queen Carina:You're weird.
Daddy Death:And yet… you like me.
Queen Carina:I more than like you…
Daddy Death:We are coming back to this new information!
It'sbeentwoweeks.Two weeks since we ended Edward. Two weeks since we planted enough evidence to make it look like he fled the country. A missing person's case, not a murder. Enzo's forged flight records have held up so far.
As much as I wanted the world to know how evil Edward was, Nate was reluctant to break his mum's heart even further, so we had Enzo delete any trace of his nefarious activities from his phone and laptop. So far, the police believe he left the country, based on flight data we hacked into. Nate stole Edward’s passport the day he went to see his mum, and Kai destroyed it after copying the information should we ever need it.
It feels as though we might actually be in the clear once again.
Pulling open my messages from Doctor Morgan I notice one I hadn’t seen from the night of the murder.
Doc M:I’m so proud of how mature you’ve become.
Well, if that’s not ironic.
If only she knew.
Carina:Thanks! I think I’m evolving.
No need for her to think any differently.
Maybe when all this is done, I’ll actually feel like I deserve her unwavering confidence in me.
One name left.
My father.
And I have nothing. No brilliant, poetic revenge plan. No cathartic fantasy. Just… a blank space.
It seemed so easy to come up with ideas for the others. Ways to get revenge. But this… feels different. I don’t know if it’s because it’s the last one, or because it’s my father this time. But every idea I have feels empty.
When Nate gets home from work, I know I can no longer keep the secret I’ve been hiding from him. The one I hide from myself.
“I need to tell you something,” I confess, taking his hands in mine as we sit together on the couch.
His eyebrows knit in confusion. “Okay…”
I exhale, readying myself for my words.
“You’re scaring me, Princess.”
“It’s time you learned who my father is.”
Nate looks at me with wide eyes. He knows what this means. The lengths I went to in order keep myself buried. To destroy the girl I used to be.
He nods for me to continue.
“Dominic Beckett.”
