"What's that strange pull in my chest... It doesn't make sense." Lilian was just about to start processing what had just happened between her and Cassandra Drayke.
She was still on the couch where they'd been lying together, where they had kissed...
But her phone rang insistently on the table, disrupting her thoughts.
Lilian reached for it, already knowing who it would be before she looked at the screen.
Victor Hale, of course!
"Yes?" She quickly answered it. She had questions to ask him, by the way.
"You did well today." Victor's voice came through smooth, almost pleased. A tone she hadn't heard from him before.
"What exactly did you do to her?" Lilian blurted out before she could stop herself, her fingers tightening around the phone.
One part of her argued that this was just curiosity not concern. Why would she be concerned about someone who had murdered her?
"To who?" Victor demanded, sounding clueless.
