Chapter 45

Shock was an understatement, Vivian was more than shocked. Her body froze where she sat up in bed, and the color drained from her face. She cringed as the figure in the doorway took a step forward.

“Yeah, it is me,” Claire said, her lips curving in that smug little smile that sometimes made Vivian’s stomach churn.

Vivian’s hand clutched at the duvet.

“How… how did you get into my… my house?” Her voice wavered, caught between disbelief and panic.

Claire leaned lazily into her seat.

“Your house? Oh, Vivian… you really should be more careful with doors. People can just… walk in.”

“W… what do you want from me?” she asked, her eyes darting between the three figures in the room.

Claire’s smile widened, but there was no warmth in it, only venom. She pulled her seat closer, the four heels dragging against the floor in a rhythm that made Vivian’s skin crawl.

“I came to remind you of something,” Claire whispered, stopping just beside the bed. Sh