“DO YOU REMEMBER THEIR faces?” Vincent asks me.
A week has gone since I was rescued from my hell. Seven days too late.
I begged Vincent not to tell the Stones or anyone what happened to me in there.
The condition is that I tell him everything.
Deno has the videos, I don't need to, they can watch, get a glimpse inside Kylie Bray's assassination.
She is dead, gone. I am not Kylie Bray any longer, I am Frost, I told him that.
I feel nothing, no pain, no remorse, no wrong or right.
Well, that isn't quite accurate, I still feel for him. I hate him. He keeps me alive when I want to die.
That thought makes me want to laugh, and I do. I laugh and laugh until he gets up and leaves.
Then I scream into my pillow. This f*****g bed is driving me crazy, it's so soft.
I want to be on the floor
