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“Let me check it quick. It might be my brother about tomorrow.” I tear my gaze from Damon and grab my clutch, opening it and sticking my hand in.

“Oh, what’s this?” I say out loud when I find something in there that shouldn’t be there. As my hand closes around it, I freeze.

“What? What is it, Sienna?” Slowly, I pull the item out, praying it isn’t what I think it is. Fuck, it is. My world collapses as I am transported back to the bathroom at Lady Chatman’s, just seconds before The Reaping.

“Fuck.” Damon grabs the butt plug from me, and then he is on the phone with Bob and then Jordan, his words fading as I relive that event triggered by the item Damon is clenching tightly in his fist.

Another message on my phone draws my attention to my bag, and on autopilot, I retrieve my cell, unlocking the screen to be met with a message from a number I don’t know.

Unknown

22:13

He isn’t so different from me.

How did you end up at Mike’s Gym, Sienna?

Do you really think that’s the first time you two met?

And what else is he hiding from you?

Is he really the man you think he is?

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22:05

Two gifts.

A reminder of our time together.

It won’t be the last.

Attachment: Video

I already know that I won't like whatever is in this video, but I press play anyway.

Bile rises as I watch The Reaper appear from his hiding spot in the bathroom. Then he is behind me, and before I can watch anymore, Ilean forward and vomit on the floor of the limo.

“Sienna, what’s wrong?” Damon is rubbing my back as I heave, tears now streaming down my face.

“T-the v-video,” I mumble through tears, straightening up and handing him my phone.

“What the fuck.” He grabs the phone, his rage atomical.

Then, he is on the phone again.

“He sent the video to her phone. Trace it and get back to me with something solid. And get hold of Travis Jones. We need that information from him tonight.”

Damon's voice is like steel. Cold and icy.

His words freeze me in place, the reality of what he is saying penetrating the horror coursing through me.

“You knew about this video, Damon?” The accusation is thrown at him as he puts the phone down.

Eyes, now nearly black, look at me, no remorse in their depths, as he responds with a yes, shattering my world.

He reaches for me, and I pull back, holding my hands up as a shield.