Jaden (Jaded #3)

I couldn’t believe I was having this conversation. It was wrong. It was surreal. It shouldn’t have ever happened, but I asked, knowing I needed it to be told in case my mother was actually recording it. “No. They never did.”


I heard the detective’s voice in my head again. “As for the DNA, yours wasn’t enough of a match.”

“I poisoned her.”

Oh my god. I drew in a shuddering breath. I couldn’t talk for a moment.

Mena said further, “I had Marcus kill the others. I told him to do what he pleased. He and I—we bonded over you. I never told him you were my sister. I just said we were close and it was meant to be. He thought the same thing, but, you know, in a very different way. That’s why he stabbed Corrigan. You were right, by the way.”

Oh. Joy. Was I?

“He was going to kill Corrigan and Bryce no matter what. You were right in killing him, and I overheard you and Bryce. I know the two of you set him up. I don’t blame you. He was really sick. He would’ve killed me too. He was so possessive of you. I recognized it early on. I knew that eventually he would come for me. He wouldn’t be willing to share, but I will. I know you love Corrigan, and I’m okay with it. It’s a different relationship that you have with him versus me. I’ve always understood that. Corrigan and Bryce were your fiercest protectors. No one deserves you, but they protected you. For that, I’ve always been thankful to them, but I’m your sister. It’s my job to take care of you too. I won’t let anyone hurt you. I promise.”

“That’s why you killed Grace? And had Bailey and Leisha killed? They were female friends?”

“Well, yeah. They couldn’t have that sisterly bond. They would’ve tried. I mean, come on, Sheldon. I know they would’ve tried. They were thirsty to be close to you, but they would’ve done what everyone does.”

They weren’t. They so weren’t. Tears started falling free from my eyes. I couldn’t stop. I was afraid to ask. “What does everyone do?”

“Turn on you.” She was so calm, so certain of herself. “They would’ve hurt you. I couldn’t let them do that. Like Grace did.”

Mena kept spewing more craziness, but I started to tune her out. She wanted to talk. She wanted to spill this from her chest. A fog began to come over me, slowly fading everything away. Mena’s voice, so abnormally chipper, grew muffled. A word here and there slipped through the fog, but it was so dense, it was becoming a wall. It was closing around me, and all I could think about was, what the hell was I going to do?

Mena confessed.

Carolina was coming.

Carolina was in danger.

Stay in public. That’s what others would tell me. Mena wouldn’t hurt Carolina or me if there were around witnesses.

I looked over, and she was still talking. She was even smiling. She looked so happy.

I felt nauseous.

Then I heard myself saying, my voice sounding loud and distorted through my own fogged wall, “Let’s go to the room.”

She stopped. Concern flashed over her face, her forehead wrinkled together. “Are you okay?”

No. “Yes, wait. No. I feel a little sick. I should lie down.”

“Okay. Yes. That’s a good idea.”

We got up and when we got back to the room, I pressed a hand to my forehead. “You know, Mena, I feel kinda feverish. I think I’m going to lie down. Take a nap.”

“Oh.”

I saw the suspicion in her depths and reached out, squeezing her hand. “Can you come over tomorrow night? We can do movie night?”

“Oh.” The wrinkle in her forehead disappeared, but her mouth was still pointing downward. “You sure?”

I nodded. “Yes. Well, to be honest, I think the whole sister thing is a lot right now. You know?” I smiled, making sure I looked tired, peaked, and genuine. Smile, bitch. Smile until the psycho killer leaves.

“Okay.” Her head bobbed up and down and her shoulders rolled back. “That sounds good. Tomorrow can be sister movie night.”

“Yes. That sounds great.”

“Okay. I suppose I should grab my things and . . .”

The buzzer sounded from the door.

Mena’s frown appeared again and she glanced at me, finishing her sentence, “. . . go? Who—”

“Sheldon!” Carolina banged on the door again. “You said you’d have a glass of Merlot waiting for me, but guess what? You don’t. I checked the pool. There’s no you and more importantly, no Merlot for me. I know you’re in there.” She groaned, laughing at the same time. “Please tell me Corrigan didn’t come back for a quickie. You still have stitches. You can’t rip those suckers.” She snorted then. “Suckers. Oh, that word. Okay, come on.” Another bang on the door. “Seriously. Let me in. I need to get classy wasted right now. The damn sorority meeting has driven me to drinking so let me drink, woman.”