Kimberly's POV
I could smell their fear. It was delicious, like a fine wine I'd been waiting years to taste. As I stood outside that pathetic excuse for a hideout, I couldn't help but smile. Everything was falling into place, just as I'd planned.
"Come out, come out, wherever you are," I called, my voice dripping with fake sweetness. "I know you're in there, little pups. Why don't we have a nice chat?"
The door creaked open, and there stood that old fool, RG. He was trying to look tough, but I could see the worry in his eyes.
"Kimberly," he growled. "What are you doing here?"
I laughed, tossing my hair over my shoulder. "Oh, RG. Always the loyal watchdog. But who are you really protecting, hmm? Those brats? Or your own guilty conscience?"
His eyes narrowed. "I don't know what you're
