Landon and I move silently to where the sounds are coming from. Grace doesn't seem to notice us or the deep f*cking hole she's dug for herself.

She's packing a suitcase, shoving clothes in with their hangers, and curses when they don't fit. A red satin robe covers her body and her makeup-free face reveals the fucking monster lurking beneath.

Landon is the one who strolls in, both hands in his pockets as he whistles. "Going somewhere, Grace?”

she jerks, knocking the giant suitcase off the bed. her beady brown eyes widen as she watches us, her gaze ping-pinging between us. “What … how did you get in?…”

"That's not important" Landon grabs her by a fistful of her hair and she shrieks. Good thing she's rich and can afford a soundproof apartment. "What is important, however, is what you did to my sibling. My. F*cking. Twin!"

“I...I don't know what you're talking about. Lan, let me go. You're hurting me."

"Good. It'll hurt a lot worse in a minute, you worthless fcking btch!"

'Lan...please.." Her voice cracks, tears pooling in her eyes.

"Too early to beg. We still haven't done anything"

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry."

"Sorry doesn't bring back the years you took from them." I speak for the first time. "Sorry doesn't give them back the blood they fucking lost tonight!"

"I really thought they liked me as well. They kissed me." Her lips tremble. "They always kissed me."

"They asked you to stop. Countless times," I snarl in her face. "You shut them up and took what you wanted."

"I'm going to need you to say it out loud now, Grace." Lan tears at the hairs on her scalp. "I'm your god and I want you to confess what you f*cking did to {{user}}."

"Lan, please."

"Fcking say it," I roar and pull out a gn from my waistband, then jam it against her forehead.