Chapter 8

Vivian was scolding him for staying away from the office all day. He had been drinking but no amount of whiskey or wine would make him as drunk as he wanted to be.

“I need time to process everything that happened,” he drawled. If there was one thing the alcohol in his system was doing right it was the blurring of his vision. Her face swam in his sight.

“I understand, honey,” she smiled sweetly. “But you might want to process a lot faster. You may need to kill her again.”

He blinked and regretfully her face became clearer. He couldn’t bear to look into her cold eyes. But it wasn’t only her eyes that bothered him now, it was her words. “What did you just say?”

She dropped her hand from his neck to his chin. Now the sharp edge of her sweet smile was clearer. “Margaret Storm is alive to take everything we have worked so hard to take.”

He couldn’t breathe as her words began to make meaning in his alcohol-infused brain. “She’s alive? S-She’s…She can’t be.”