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dominant half of me hated him for it.
I hated that he would get to watch the woman he loved walk down the aisle towards him. I hated that he had paused the investigation for this. And I hated that he wouldn’t tell me where Christopher was holed up. He’d said he was doing it for my own good, I didn’t see it that way.
“Aidan.”
His voice wasn’t filled with excitement, it was filled with terror. It had me instantly on alert.
“What is it, Thomas? What happened?”
“She’s gone, Aidan! Stacey is gone. After the ceremony she just disappeared. I thought she was talking to her family but I can’t find her anywhere!”
His voice hinted at the edge of hysteria and panic that he was threatening to disappear into. He needed to keep his head.
“Have your security shut the place down, don’t let anyone leave. I’ll be right there.”
But he had already hung up. I knew he’d do as I said, Thomas trusted my instincts. He’d asked me to attend the wedding and I’d turned him down. Happy occasions weren’t my thing, not anymore. Grabbing my gun I couldn’t help but feel a sick sense of satisfaction creeping through my chest.
I hadn’t wanted things to go this way. Thomas was a good man and he loved Stacey. I’d watched them together often enough, felt the gnawing envy eating away at me. It wasn’t fair. None of it was fair. And now, now it felt like a sort of twisted justice had been served. I wasn’t allowed to have the woman I loved… It made sense that no one else could have their happy endings either.
The car zipped around the tight bends in the road easily. I had one hand on the wheel, the other resting in my lap. If Bella could see me now she probably wouldn’t approve of who I’d become. I was reckless and yet, I really didn’t care. I wanted to be reckless, if I died what would it matter? She was probably already dead, I certainly had no proof that she was still alive.
And yet, something made me put both hands back on the wheel. Something whispered in the back of my head that I couldn’t give up. Until I knew for certain, until I witnessed it with my own eyes I still held a tiny flicker of hope. And that tiny flicker meant I had to live, I had to live so I could save her.
The car screeched around the final bend and I swung the car into the manor’s drive way. The house loomed up in front of me, sitting at the end of the long gravel drive. Stones sprayed up around the car as I abruptly put the car into park and hopped out. There was a sinking feeling in my stomach that told me something awful had happened.
People had gathered at the side of the house and as I jogged closer I could make out the sound of wailing. There didn’t seem to be any cops on the scene and no ambulance crews. Had they even bothered to call any of the authorities?
I pushed my way through the guests, finally breaking out into the clearing. Stacey was on her knees, her white lace and satin dress fanned out around her. It was her that the terrible wailing was coming from and the moment I broke free of the crowd I could see why.
Thomas lay on his back, half on the grass, half on the gravel path, shattered glass from the broken window splintered around him. For a moment I found myself frozen on the spot. Stacey continued to sob but it was the only sound being made. If I hadn’t known better I’d have said the people gathered around were all mannequins, they certainly didn’t seem real. It felt more like a staged set.
My boots crunched across the gravel and Stacey turned to stare up at me. Her green eyes swam with emotion and her dark brown hair was mussed up as though she’d been involved in some sort of struggle.
“Aidan, help him, please, help him.”
I crouched down next to her, pulling the cell phone from its place inside my suit jacket. My fingers slid across the screen, dialling the number for the emergency services. With my free hand I reached across and placed my fingers against
I hated that he would get to watch the woman he loved walk down the aisle towards him. I hated that he had paused the investigation for this. And I hated that he wouldn’t tell me where Christopher was holed up. He’d said he was doing it for my own good, I didn’t see it that way.
“Aidan.”
His voice wasn’t filled with excitement, it was filled with terror. It had me instantly on alert.
“What is it, Thomas? What happened?”
“She’s gone, Aidan! Stacey is gone. After the ceremony she just disappeared. I thought she was talking to her family but I can’t find her anywhere!”
His voice hinted at the edge of hysteria and panic that he was threatening to disappear into. He needed to keep his head.
“Have your security shut the place down, don’t let anyone leave. I’ll be right there.”
But he had already hung up. I knew he’d do as I said, Thomas trusted my instincts. He’d asked me to attend the wedding and I’d turned him down. Happy occasions weren’t my thing, not anymore. Grabbing my gun I couldn’t help but feel a sick sense of satisfaction creeping through my chest.
I hadn’t wanted things to go this way. Thomas was a good man and he loved Stacey. I’d watched them together often enough, felt the gnawing envy eating away at me. It wasn’t fair. None of it was fair. And now, now it felt like a sort of twisted justice had been served. I wasn’t allowed to have the woman I loved… It made sense that no one else could have their happy endings either.
The car zipped around the tight bends in the road easily. I had one hand on the wheel, the other resting in my lap. If Bella could see me now she probably wouldn’t approve of who I’d become. I was reckless and yet, I really didn’t care. I wanted to be reckless, if I died what would it matter? She was probably already dead, I certainly had no proof that she was still alive.
And yet, something made me put both hands back on the wheel. Something whispered in the back of my head that I couldn’t give up. Until I knew for certain, until I witnessed it with my own eyes I still held a tiny flicker of hope. And that tiny flicker meant I had to live, I had to live so I could save her.
The car screeched around the final bend and I swung the car into the manor’s drive way. The house loomed up in front of me, sitting at the end of the long gravel drive. Stones sprayed up around the car as I abruptly put the car into park and hopped out. There was a sinking feeling in my stomach that told me something awful had happened.
People had gathered at the side of the house and as I jogged closer I could make out the sound of wailing. There didn’t seem to be any cops on the scene and no ambulance crews. Had they even bothered to call any of the authorities?
I pushed my way through the guests, finally breaking out into the clearing. Stacey was on her knees, her white lace and satin dress fanned out around her. It was her that the terrible wailing was coming from and the moment I broke free of the crowd I could see why.
Thomas lay on his back, half on the grass, half on the gravel path, shattered glass from the broken window splintered around him. For a moment I found myself frozen on the spot. Stacey continued to sob but it was the only sound being made. If I hadn’t known better I’d have said the people gathered around were all mannequins, they certainly didn’t seem real. It felt more like a staged set.
My boots crunched across the gravel and Stacey turned to stare up at me. Her green eyes swam with emotion and her dark brown hair was mussed up as though she’d been involved in some sort of struggle.
“Aidan, help him, please, help him.”
I crouched down next to her, pulling the cell phone from its place inside my suit jacket. My fingers slid across the screen, dialling the number for the emergency services. With my free hand I reached across and placed my fingers against
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