Page 68 of Glorious Rivals

Why was she even arguing with him about this?

“And you,” Gigi said softly, “are a murderer.”He was dead, and he’d died doing awful things—but he was alsoright there, and thistime, when Gigi’s father looked at her, there was absolutely nothing indulgent in his expression.

There was a warning.“Smile, Juliet.”

“Juliet.”Another voice spoke behind Gigi, and she whirled.Just like that, her father was gone, and she was looking up into another familiar face.Square jaw, deep brown skin, eyes that missed nothing.

“Brady.”For a split second, when Gigi saw Brady Daniels, she forgot how things had ended between them.“Tell me something about chaos theory?”she asked him.

“Not chaos theory.”His voice was more familiar than it should have been—that deep, calm-in-a-storm voice.It wasn’t until he took a step forward that Gigi remembered everything.

And that was when she saw the knife.

“Not chaos theory,” Gigi repeated, her throat threatening to close in around the words.

“A closed system.”Brady plunged the knife into her chest.“Nothing in, nothing out.”

He lowered her body gently to the ground.“For Calla,” he whispered.

“I tried to warn you, Happy.”Suddenly, it wasn’t Brady crouched next to Gigi.It was Knox.“I told you the players in this game were going to eat you alive.”

Blood was pooling around the knife in Gigi’s chest.“I’m not bleeding out,” she insisted.“This is just… extreme exfoliation of the chest region.”

Knox locked his hand around the hilt of the knife—Slate’s knife, Gigi realized—and pulled it out of her chest.“Then get up,” he growled at Gigi.“Andfight.”

Gigi woke with a gasp, lying on her back on what was quitepossibly the least comfortable mattress in existence.She sat up, her eyes going straight to Jackson’s chair.Empty.

Jackson wasn’t there.Neither was his shotgun.Gigi listened, and it only took her two seconds to verify:He’s gone.She turned in bed, her eyes going to the flower she’d found in the night.

A calla lily.

Brady’s dream-voice echoed in her mind—“For Calla”—and Gigi physically shook her head.“That’s it, subconscious,” she declared.“You’re in time-out.”

Gigi slipped out of bed and crept toward the metal door to Jackson’s abode.Her bearded friend was probably just out preparing his boat for their ride to Hawthorne Island.He definitely hadn’t just left her here.Without a phone.Far too close to the lighthouse for comfort.

“Everything is fine,” Gigi told herself.She cracked the metal door and peered out.Morning twilight.The sun hadn’t quite risen yet, but already the sky was taking on an unearthly orange glow, stark against velvety purple—what remained of the night sky.

Gigi opened the metal door a little bit wider.From where she was standing, she couldseethe lighthouse.She wondered if Slate had returned in the night to find her missing.She wondered if he’d looked for her.

She wondered what he was doing now.

And then she thought about her dream, about the knife in her chest, and Gigistoppedwondering.She closed the metal door and flipped the bolt.Jackson was coming back.He was taking her to Hawthorne Island.

To Savannah.

All she had to do was wait.

Gigi did not excel at waiting.The next time she opened the door, the sun had just begun to peek over the Western horizon.She checked the lighthouse again.Still nothing.

“If I were a boat,” she said out loud, “where would I be?”

Gigi eyeballed her surroundings.Wild grass grew from rocky ground—and some of that grass looked a bit worse for the wear.

A path.

It would take her away from the lighthouse and in the opposite direction of town.They were right on the coast, which meant that the path in question could very easily wind its way back toward the water.

To a boat.Gigi hesitated, which was either a sign of personal growth or an indication that she was off her game.Honestly, it was impossible to tell.But Savannah was out there.Savannah washurting, and Gigi had to get to her twin before Savannah did something she couldn’t take back.