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Back Season of Fear
Chapters (67)
  1. Contents
  2. Title Page
  3. Copyright Page
  4. PROLOGUE
  5. PART ONETHE EXTREMES
  6. 1
  7. 2
  8. 3
  9. 4
  10. 5
  11. 6
  12. 7
  13. 8
  14. 9
  15. 10
  16. 11
  17. 12
  18. 13
  19. 14
  20. 15
  21. 16
  22. PART TWOSOMETHING BAD
  23. 17
  24. 18
  25. 19
  26. 20
  27. 21
  28. 22
  29. 23
  30. 24
  31. 25
  32. 26
  33. 27
  34. 28
  35. 29
  36. 30
  37. PART THREECHAYLA
  38. 31
  39. 32
  40. 33
  41. 34
  42. 35
  43. 36
  44. 37
  45. 38
  46. 39
  47. 40
  48. 41
  49. 42
  50. 43
  51. PART FOURHIT AND RUN
  52. 44
  53. 45
  54. 46
  55. 47
  56. 48
  57. 49
  58. 50
  59. 51
  60. 52
  61. 53
  62. 54
  63. 55
  64. 56
  65. 57
  66. EPILOGUE
  67. AUTHOR’S NOTE

Half of Annalie’s body appeared beyond the door. Annalie faced the window, looking outside, not looking behind her. Her bare arm was cocked at the elbow, gun in her hand, her index finger bent on the trigger. Peach saw golden skin on the curve of her jaw. She recognized Annalie’s beautiful face, and something flinched inside her. She didn’t want to believe that this woman was her enemy.

Don’t trust anybody.

She didn’t have time to second-guess herself. Annalie felt the presence behind her and began to turn, and in the same moment, Peach swung the bottle down hard. The elegant glass cut awkwardly through the air and landed on Annalie’s skull, breaking into pieces. The woman took a staggering step in pain and surprise. Her hand tensed; the gun went off, blasting a bullet into the bedroom wall, which erupted in dust and plaster. Annalie’s eyes closed, and she crumpled, knees buckling. She pitched to the floor. The gun spilled from her hand.

She lay in the middle of the bedroom, limbs splayed, not moving. Glass shards surrounded her.

Peach rushed forward and grabbed the gun. Annalie’s eyes blinked, and her breathing was loud. A wave of fury washed over Peach. Annalie was alive, and Justin was dead. She felt no sympathy for her. She didn’t care what happened next, to either of them. Grabbing Annalie’s arm and leg, she roughly shoved the woman over on her back. Peach stood over her, kicking away glass.

‘Who are you? Tell me who are you! Tell me what you did to Justin!’

Peach crouched over Annalie. She jerked one hand back and slapped the woman sharply across the face, leaving a bloom of red. ‘Tell me what you did! You bitch! You liar!’

A low moan rumbled from Annalie’s throat as she tried to focus. Peach slapped her again, even harder.

‘I saw you! You were with him! Did you kill him? Was it you? Tell me, was it you? If you were the one, so help me, I will pull this trigger right now. I will! I’ll kill you myself!’

Annalie’s jaw moved. Her eyes opened and closed. Staring at her, all Peach could see was Justin’s face and then the photograph of the two of them together. Annalie and Justin. A week before he was murdered.

‘Do you think I won’t kill you? Do you think I’m just a kid? You played me from day one. Did you laugh at how easy it was to get me to trust you?’