Page 65 of Sleepless Beauties

I bat his hand away.

“Did Rival kill her? Did he? Tell me!”

“I only know what people tell me. What they ask of me.”

I blink up at him.

No one’s going to flat out confess. I understand that.

I get it.

I just—I need more answers.

“Rival once asked me where to hide a dead body. And about the best way to cover up a murder.” The demon sits up slowly.

My hands shake across the cold floor as I push myself up as well.

“He buried someone in a used grave just between the front of the house and the rear. And then he bought time to avoid any investigations.” He tries to search my face as he speaks, but I’m already standing and running for the door.

Kyra’s here! Her body was just carelessly buried on top of a stranger’s. And the man who brought me here to help her, he’s really just hiding her for as long as possible.

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Kira

My bare feet fly over the floor so fast that the sounds of cracking floor tile calls after the wake of my footfalls. I’m up the stairs and rounding the door to Rival’s library room in mere moments. The old books are perfectly in place along his floor to ceiling shelves. A half empty glass of blood sits abandoned on the fireplace mantel.

And the book I tried to hide so carefully lies open to my scribbled note of paper on his desk.

Acessa

Polite. But is she hiding something?

Aston Cardence

Has the strength and the arrogance but his drive isn’t there. The boy has all the aspirations of a browning banana.

Pavel

…physically unfit.

Rival Royale

A lover is the first suspect.

He threatened me, twice.

Has the motive. And the ability.

The signs were all there. I just didn’t recognize them in the man who was supposed to care about my sister. Even more innocent people have died because I refused to see him clearly.

And every second that passes is another opportunity for him to strike.

I stride out of the empty room. My chest collides hard with someone else.

“Slow down!” Prey looks me up and down and though there’s hatred in the hard pull of his brow and lips, his gaze is soft as he apprises me. There’s love and concern written all over his moody little face.

I just don’t have any time to care at the moment.