Her Dangerous Revenge

CHAPTER 90

"If Vincent is going to play the game," she started slowly, tapping a

finger against her chin, "then we need to ensure he wins ."

The space between them seemed to grow and grow and grow—

until it felt like they were standing at opposite ends of a great

chasm. "And how do you suppose we do that?"

For a moment, they just watched one another. And then, slowly,

she smiled.

"You came."

Vincent was smiling at her, his back braced against an unfamiliar

silver pickup truck. Near the river's shore, someone had constructed a massive bonfire.

Music blasted from a nearby speaker, drowning out the chatter of

their classmates, who'd gathered in the dead of night to celebrate the end of an era.

The summer had started—and now, so too would the game.

Calla approached Vincent at a leisurely pac