T R I C I A
It felt like a cold bucket of water was poured over me. The hot headed, passionate anger that had fueled my defiance against my mother vanished, replaced by a chilling, crystalline fear.
The body. The human boy. Adrian.
They found him.
And the evidence will lead to me.
I stared at the lifeless body of James, the guard, a man who had just been in my arms, in my body. The man I had been using as a plaything. The man who was now dead because of my carelessness.
I felt sick.
I turned away from the sight, swallowing down the bile that rose in my throat.
My thoughts raced, a chaotic jumble of fear and anger. What the f**k was I going to do?
My mother was right. My only chance of surviving was if she covered this up, and I knew her. She would never do that. She has given me h
