Chapter 85
LILY
Turner gets into the SUV and drives away like none of this matters—like warehouses don’t burn and men don’t die and girls like me don’t come back from the grave to haunt him.
The taillights disappear around the bend.
“Thirty seconds,” Jake snaps. “Move.”
Mason grabs my hand and we run. He keeps me from slipping on the gravel in the lot. Just as we duck behind the truck, the world erupts behind us.
The explosion punches through with a roar so violent it shakes the ground beneath my boots. Heat blows over us, and metal screams. Fire climbs into the sky in a twisting column of orange and black as the warehouse caves in on itself.
Kelly’s body disappears beneath steel and flame.
I should feel better, or maybe at least a small measure of peace.
Instead, dread crawls up my spine, because Cole Turner knew—he knew about Kelly, the warehouse, that we were coming. And he stood there smiling anyway, like this was all part of the plan.
Mason gets me into the truck, his hand firm on the back of my neck, grounding me as Jake peels us out onto the highway. Nobody speaks.
In the rearview mirror, the fire burns hot enough to turn the clouds orange.
It looks less like an ending and more like a signal.
And somewhere out there, Cole Turner is still watching me.