Revelation couldn’t sleep.
She lay on the bed, staring at the ceiling, trying to count sheep—or at least pretending to. What really kept her awake was the weight of what Cady and Mia had told her. She had truly believed Knight let her go of his own will. Not because he was kind—no, she wasn’t that naive. Knight was a heartless killer. She knew that all too well. But part of her thought maybe, just maybe, he believed her when she said she didn’t mean to harm his wife.
She should’ve known better. Knight was a psychopath.
Everything about him was a lie—the blood he spilled on the floor, the charming front he wore online, the illusion of being some internet-famous Casanova. Sure, he barely posted anymore since Genesis came into his life, but that didn’t matter. It was the fact that she ever
