Page 65 of The Revenge You Seek

"Yeah, we go way back, right Scarlett?"

"We went to school together."

"You a fucking twin magnet or something?" Brax barks from his spot at the dining table. I don't look over though, I'm too intrigued by how Ellis tenses at the almost mention of the Dunn twins.

"Yeah, something. We were never really friends though, were we?"

Ellis's lips part as if he's going to respond but I put him out of his misery.

"If anyone needs me, I'm going to be in my room working." I march through the living area, aware of all sets of eyes in the room following me.

"Letty?" My spine straightens at Ellis's voice. I stop but I don't look back. "I know it wasn't your fault. It was just a tragic accident."

I nod, not wanting to get into the past with Brax and Micah listening to our exchange.

Without another word, I unlock my door and slip inside, quickly flipping the lock again to ensure my privacy.

After last night, I'm done with people for a few hours.

I'm halfway across the room when I feel it.

Something isn't right.

A shiver runs down my spine and I spin on my heels half expecting to find Kane hiding in the corner ready to pounce on me. But I'm the only one here.

My eyes flick around the room looking for something that is out of place. But as I find everything as I left it, I begin to feel ridiculous. I'm giving him exactly what he wants, I'm letting him get under my skin.

It's not until I lift my arm to place my purse on my desk that I see it.

Stuck to my laptop is a Post-It note.

Whose bed did you sleep in last night, Princess?

My entire body turns cold as I stare down at his words.

Taking a few steps back, my hand lifts to cover my racing heart as panic begins to consume me.

He was here. In my room.

I'm not going fucking insane.

I back up until I'm by the window. I've no idea what makes me look, a sixth sense or some shit, but when I turn to the left and stare down at the quad below, I find him standing down there and staring right back at me.

"Holy fuck," I gasp.

My head screams at me to move, to act like a normal person, and pretend that I haven’t seen him staring up at my window like a creepy stalker.

I think back to the other night when I got this same feeling.

He was out there, wasn't he?

His eyes hold mine for another two seconds before he takes off running across the quad and finally out of sight.

It's not until he's gone that I'm able to breathe.

All the air rushes from my lungs as I stumble back to the bed.

This isn't ever going to be over is it?