I slip into the house undetected, dressed in the clothes Jenna has provided and donning a simple mask. No one will know it’s me.Vengeance fills my heart and my mind. James has taken what was mine. Kiera must have known that I lived; she had to have felt my heart still searching for hers. Until James confused her.He will pay for what he’s done. Mother will pay.And Kiera will honor her promise.I finger the letter folded tightly in my pocket.Make them pay.Make them all pay for what they’ve done to you.The voices imbue me with a feral rage impossible to control. I yearn for more than Kiera’s life entwined with mine.I crave the end of James.KillJamesTakeKieraMy mind coils around the voices, drawing strength from them. They repeat their words over and over. KillJamesTakeKieraKillJamesTakeKiera.The symphony swells through me. I am the madness I’ve feared for so long. But this time, I am not afraid.I am empowered.Memories of the explosion tease up from my subconscious.James told you to walk through town that night.The voices send chills through me as I let the madness caress my thoughts.He told you to go to Clinton Place.James pulled me from the wreckage, saved my life.And made certain Kiera would think you dead. James.Everything winds back to him.
