A Sweet Vengeance

BEL

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ipping the edge of the bed, my heart pounding lik

staring at Andrew and Evelyn laughing in my face

that even

t's not possible. Non

e mirror, half expecting to see someone else staring back. Bu

cond

in my mind, wi

been thrown back here, to the beg

back at me, wide, eyed and terrified, b

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not a

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o let them destr

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differ

from accounting waves at me,

reply, forcing

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't be ri

ave to care a

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." a voice call

e Mo

over the din, and when I turn, he's standin

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y trying to

normal,

hand. "I need these filed immediately. And foll

lse quickenin

something crisp and expensive lingering in the a

for a

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dn't be a

en I glance up, he's already w

her, Belle," I mutte

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s in while I'm buri

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screen, my sto

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t n

throw my phone

type back a

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how long they've been play

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, the way he leans back in his chair like

about work, but I'm not really listening. I'm too busy notic

nd the restaurant like h

abel

. "Sorry

're okay. You se

mile. "Just

my hand in his. "You work too hard.

ke me feel safe. Now

ing my hand back. "So, when

s with a smile. "I am goi

. Me

ve learned nothing new. But I'

hiding something I

ionship wi

e told me he had to be some

ourney home as

at soak through my

, just that I wa

walking, my mind racing wi

kes me glance up. A sleek black car slows to a s

s Rey

ain. His gaze is steady, unreadable, as

say, my voice bare

," he sa

us. But the rain is relentless, and I

ts cold against my skin. The door clos

e sound of rain against the windows fi

s eventually, his tone c

I reply, keepi

h And

him, but his express

I say ca

he know ab

ers against the steering w

by that?" I ask,

on the road. "Nothing. Just wondering why someo

eath c

is tone, something prob

ay. "Is there something wrong with Andre

le," he says, his vo

in

he rain, his words

like me settle for

way, I realize I ha

he know wh