Chapter 92
Chapter ninety-two
Christianna
“We did it,” I crow as the taillights of the town car pull out of the driveway. “We definitely deserve wine.”
“I need to get rid of all the nervous energy. Swim and hot tub, then wine,” Meg decrees.
I nod.
Meg gives me a wicked smile. “Should we skinny dip?”
“If we turn out the lights, just in case.”
We both race for the pool and Meg kills the outdoor lights. All that are on are small solar path lights.
The water shimmers darkly under the moonlight.
Meg snaps her fingers. “Towels. I’ll be right back.” She heads into her bungalow to grab them while I kick off my shoes.
I sit at the edge of the pool and put my feet in, and lean back and look up into the dark night. There is a bit of cloud cover, so I can’t see the stars, but the moon shifts in and out of sight through them.
Meg returns with a towel tucked around her, clothes already gone. She tosses me the other one. Bright white against the darkness. I move to set it on the lounger and realize the Notes are still in the house.
Grabbing the towel, I dry off my feet so I can get them.
“Stop!” I hiss at Meg, who has just dropped her towel and is about to dive in.
She freezes.
“We need to get inside,” I whisper. “Now. Now. Hurry.”
Meg grabs her towel and we race back to the house.
“Set the alarm. I’m calling Coulson.”
“Christianna, what’s wrong?”
I hold out the towel I used to wipe my feet. It’s covered in blood.