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She takes a step back at the bite in my voice.
“Right. Sorry.”
You know those moments where you feel like a grumpy asshole, even if it’s completely warranted?
Yeah, they fucking suck.
“Hey, look,” she says suddenly, stalking across the room. I follow her to where an entryway table is crushed to pieces on the floor.
“Someone was here.”
Hannah falls silent, shining her flashlight on a trail of blood leading towards the stairs.
“Mason,” she says softly and I can hear the slight tremor in her voice.
“Don’t tell me you’re chickening out, now.”
She shoots me a look.
“Sometimes, I can’t stand you,” she grumbles as she marches past, towards the staircase.
“Right back at you, little doe.”
She rolls her eyes, carefully climbing the stairs and avoiding any of the dried blood on the floor.
I follow behind her, careful to keep my distance because, well, the view is something to be admired, even if she pisses me off.
Hannah goes in one direction and I go the other at the top. The house has four bedrooms and two of the four are filled with racks of designer clothing. Melissa has enough Gucci to feed every homeless person in the city twice-over. The third bedroom,actuallya bedroom, must be the guest room because there’s nothing in any of the drawers but blankets and sheets.
“Mason,” Hannah calls out from across the house after I’ve just stepped out of the nearly empty bathroom connected to the guest room.
Tension coils through me at the sound of her voice. I step through the house, to the open door of the master—
—And stop short.
“Jesus,” I mutter, looking at the pictures above the California king bed in the center of the room.
Three pictures, all of a naked Melissa Gaines sit above the wall, all smiling coyly at us as if she knows what we’re up to.
The only problem is the eyes are cut out over every single one.
“There’s this, too,” Hannah grumbles, handing me a pamphlet. I check it over in the dimming flashlight in my hand and it feels like someone injected cement into my spine.
You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.
“What is that place? The Inner Sanctum.”
I almost chuckle. Almost.
I hand it back to her. “A sex club. Invitation only.”
Hannah grimaces, her spine stiffening. She peeks back at her sister on the wall, then at me, and I’m reminded of her little jealous streak at the bar. Truth be told, Melissa Gaines could give the best head in this state and I wouldn’t find her attractive.
No, unfortunately, that spot’s reserved for her fucking sister.
And only her fucking sister.
“Did you find anything else?”
