The teenager jerked, and liquid sprayed across her leg. Shirley tensed, wondering if Merry realized ... the teenager met her gaze, her blue eyes dark with anger and hate. She glanced briefly at the needle, then back at Shirley. She knew it was almost empty. In her own strange way, Merry was offering a chance to escape.
But only because she feared losing the monster she called lover.
The teenager rose and threw the empty syringe on the shelf before joining Flinch on the bed. The arm she placed around his waist was possessive. Shirley wondered how much
time the teenager had left—not much, if body language was anything to go by. Her gaze met Flinch's. Malice gleamed back at her.
"Has Ethan told you his secret yet?"
Shirley closed her eyes. She didn't want to hear anything else from Flinch. But not because she feared more of his lies. No, this time she feared the truth.
