Crimson Proof
Diana’s POV
My knees nearly gave way.
That necklace. Laura’s.
I knew it anywhere: the tiny sapphire heart, the crooked clasp she never bothered to fix. She wore it every single day since she turned eighteen. It was hers. It was hers.
And now it was in Michael’s hand dripping with blood.
I couldn’t breathe.
“Where is she?” I asked with my voice breaking.
Michael tilted his head then, a sickening smile curled on his lips. “She was quite tough. You should be proud. She didn’t give me your address easily.”
My vision blurred. My throat burned with fury, fear,, and a scream I didn’t let out.
Behind me, I felt Cameron tense.
“Michael ” he growled.
Michael’s eyes flicked to him lazily. “Still playing the hero I see. How quaint. Did you really think you could hide her from
