Then I ran my fingers over the scars lining my wrist. One after another after another. Each one a souvenir of a suicide attempt.
My gaze went cold.
Everard. Madge.
Every single wound on my body is a gift from the two of you. And I will repay it all. With interest.
I drifted into a hazy sleep, only to be woken in the middle of the night by rustling sounds.
Madge had changed into something skimpy and revealing. She pushed open the master bedroom door, there to seduce Everard.
He panicked instantly, glancing back at me asleep in bed before scrambling up to shove her out into the hallway.
His voice came next, deliberately kept low.
"Madge, why are you here now?"
"Iris is back. What if she sees us? How would we explain this?"
Madge shot a contemptuous look in my direction.
"So what if she sees?"
"Everard, you promised me tonight. You said tonight you were mine."
"Wasn't she supposed to stay at the beach house for another two months? What the hell is she doing back here, ruining our plans..."
Everard's expression darkened. He reached out and clamped a hand over her mouth.
"Keep your voice down. She's emotionally unstable right now. If she makes a scene, none of us walk away clean."