My Sister's Murderer (Book 2)



Icy air glides across my skin. I wake with an internal shiver. 

My eyes flutter open to a dark room. My limbs are aching. 

Confusion strikes. Where am I? 

I don’t recognize the wooden walls, the nearly empty room that has just a bed and a table with chairs. 

My bare breasts catch my eyes. I’m naked. My skin pricks with another cold shiver. 

Reality starts to settle in, the fog in my head slowly dissipating. 

The fight with Austin, Lena’s threat, Fran’s dead body in the bathtub…my heart leaps into my throat. 

The shower I took in the hotel and the malicious cold hands all over me at the end, overpowering me, pressing a wet cloth over my mouth until everything turned dark. 

I feel him above me, staring down at me, stiff as the chair behind him. 

The truth shines across the corners of this dark, filthy room. 

It’s him...

My eyes brim with tears when I finally direct them at him, at his blue, stormy eyes. 

I’m stunned. 

Austin. 

It really is him.

My sister’s murderer.