After I wrapped my feet in gauze and cleaned up the bloody mess in Callan’s bedroom, I peered out the back door at Georgina, who lay in a puddle of her own blood near the bar. My throat dried. I hadn’t meant to hurt anyone, but she had deserved it.
She … she had hurt Callan. She’d stabbed him, then tossed him into the pool!
Probably thought that her daddy would take care of him and dispose of his body, but she didn’t know that her father was dead. Part of me wished that I would’ve kept his head, so I could thrust it into her face and laugh at her horror.
I disappeared back into the house, hurried to the garage, and searched for rope or honestly anything I could use to tie her up. I didn’t want her escaping or running away if I ended up bringing him to the hospital. She would blab to the
