Mirror Me by Stephanie Tyler

Author:Stephanie Tyler [Tyler, Stephanie]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Romance
ISBN: 2940150804395
Amazon: B0155XB8SO
Barnesnoble: B0155XB8SO
Goodreads: 26266688
Publisher: Stephanie Tyler
Published: 2015-09-09T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eighteen

Teige left after eggs and another round of sex on the counter with her hands held over her head, following his directives. Kayla goddamned burned for him and wandered around the house in a daze for the next twenty-four hours, touching the pad with his number on it every time she passed the hallway table. She’d left his picture out too—he’d taken the one of her with him, placed it carefully inside a book in his backpack and left with that all-knowing smile that made her shiver.

An hour later, the horrible feeling she’d had days earlier was back. She was nearly doubled over, nauseous, afraid to move. When the phone rang, she knew it was Abby calling, the way she’d known Mara had a new victim. She managed to grab the phone, whisper hello before Abby said, “Kayla…”

“Just tell me,” she bit out.

“There’s more.”

Abby paused and then told her, “Another juror’s missing.”

“It just happened.”

“We think so.”

“I thought they were all protected.”

“They were. At least, they were told. Offered protection. Some of them couldn’t give up their jobs, and this woman was one of them. She had to go on a business trip. She got off her plane but she never came home.”

And she wouldn’t. Kayla didn’t have to close her eyes to picture Mara’s face. More and more, she thought of her twin as an avenger, torn between protecting Kayla and killing her.

She had a feeling that these days, she was leaning more toward the latter.

Maybe it was what Kayla deserved all along. “They won’t find her,” she told Abby before hanging up on her. Because what else was there to say?

Besides, she wasn’t able to hold in the heavy, choking sobs any longer. Her body wrenched from them and it was for the victims, for herself. And for something else she wished she’d never experienced.

Damn you, Teige, she thought, even as Hanny came closer. She’d remained on the periphery, as if guarding while Kayla had been unable to move. Now, she nosed at Kayla’s face, and Kayla buried her cheek in the soft fur as Hanny whimpered for her softly, like she felt Kayla’s pain.

Kayla was crying for something—someone—she never had. Teige had told her he’d had to be a bastard to survive, expecting her to not understand. But she did. It set off reminder bells in her head. She was too close. She’d already created a danger zone far more potent than any of the others.

Mara would know that, would feel it, and while Kayla had never actually forgotten that, she’d prefer to pretend that it wouldn’t happen this time. In truth, she’d been so worried about Teige that she’d let herself forget everything.

Mara would find her eventually, even if it was simply by Kayla presenting herself to her sister. Kayla refused to let Teige pay the price. She refused to let that happen.

She would run. At first, she’d do it to escape the marshals and then she’d find Mara, stop the killing once and for all. It wasn’t fair for people to be killed because of her.

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