Two Can Play (Celeste and Dominic) novel Chapter 422

"And Vivian?"

"I thought she was going to choke on her own cake."

I laughed again, and for a moment the afternoon felt like it had never happened, like Sharon Adams was nothing but a bad dream.

"You were the one who told him everything, weren't you?" She narrowed her eyes at me.

I raised a hand. "I only nudged him in the right direction. Everything else was all him."

"Thank you for always having my back."

"That's what friends are for. True friends."

She said she still had work in the lab and told me to rest, but I refused, and we went down together and worked until the light outside turned amber and then grey, until the parking lot emptied and the evening went dark. We were still smiling when we walked out of Helix, Pat's car pulling out behind mine, both of us heading for Dominic's place.

We had barely reached the road when they showed up.

Recognition hit me like a wave of ice water. Castro Adams. Sharon's father. The man who had tried to tear my family apart.

He was older now, heavier, but the eyes were the same, and they were fixed on me with that old cold amusement, the certainty of a man who had never paid for anything he had done. He and his family of supporters had gotten away with it back then, and now he stood in front of me using that history as a point of reference, as a promise of what he could do again. I had underestimated their disregard for the law. I would not make that mistake twice. In that moment, I understood there was no one alive I hated more.

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