Resurrection of the Heart (The Society Trilogy 3)

I was beginning to think she was driving without any set purpose in mind, intent on fucking with me, before she finally took the exit for Lafayette. From there, she drove the route to this house as if from memory, and watching her now, there is a wistfulness in her features as she studies it. This place is obviously familiar to her.

"This is the house my father bought for his first wife before he had to leave her," she answers solemnly. "I came here before I left The Society. It's in Abel's mother's name, so IVI was never aware of it. Not until now, anyway.”

"Do you have a key?" I ask her as we exit the car and step onto the driveway.

"No, but I know the code to the front door."

I nod and follow her toward the door, but something catches my attention on the driveway. Hazel pauses at the same time I do, peering down at the red fragments of plastic. "What is that?"

I bend down, picking up a piece to examine it as a cold chill settles in my spine. "It looks like a taillight."

"Look at that." Hazel croaks, pointing a shaky finger at a crushed black plastic case.

We both move closer to examine it, and Hazel recognizes it first.

"It's lipstick."

My eyes move over the red smear on the concrete as a sick feeling twists in my gut. For as long as I live, I will never forget that shade of red. It has to be the same. The question is why is it here, smashed in the driveway?

"Do you think something happened here?" Hazel whispers.

"Open the door."

It's the only thing I can say. I can't accept the thoughts swirling the drain of my mind. I can't give those ideas space. Not until we go inside and I see for myself that she isn't here.

Hazel punches in the code, and I grab her by the shoulder to halt her before she turns the knob.

"Let me go first.”

She swallows and nods, stepping behind me as I enter the space. For a moment, I stand there, taking it all in. The silence. The musty odor. The messy contents of a house that hasn't really been lived in for some time.

There aren't any lights on. It's morning, and Ivy would be up by now. But I can't give up that last lingering hope as I stalk through the living area and down the hallway, checking every room. They are all empty. It doesn't stop me from checking under the beds, inside the closets, showers, and any other space she could hide. But every search turns up nothing. Not a single trace of her. Yet I can feel it in my gut that she was here.

"Something bad has happened, hasn't it?" Hazel echoes my own thoughts, her voice trembling. "Something has happened to my sister."

2

Ivy

They’ve removed the bag from over my head, but my wrists are still zip-tied behind my back, and the ties are digging painfully into my flesh. I wonder if it’s to keep me off balance to prevent me from running, but they don’t have to worry about that. My door isn’t locked, but I’m not going out there. I can still hear them, and if I look out of the window of the run-down single-story house they’ve brought me to, I can see their cars on the driveway. They took mine somewhere a few hours ago, I guess to get rid of it. I didn’t even realize Abel had held on to it.

Abel. Did he intend for this to happen like it did? Or did things just go wrong?

My head hurts where the one punched me, and a bruise is forming at my temple. I guess I should be grateful it’s not my eye. My stomach growls. I’m hungry even though I can’t imagine eating right now.

One of the men raises his voice and curses at whoever he’s talking to in the other room. It’s startling. It all seems disorganized as though they didn’t really have a plan, and I’m not sure if that isn’t more dangerous.

I hear a car and get up to go to the window. The room I’m in is around the side, so if I stand at the very edge of the window, I can see a part of the driveway. A light goes on. It’s not very bright, and it must be triggered by motion. I watch a car pull up. It’s an old, unremarkable black car with a muddied license plate at the front. My guess is that’s on purpose.

But when the door opens and I see Abel step out, my breath shudders, and I feel a physical sense of relief. He looks around as he slips the keys into his pocket before the light switches off as he moves to the front of the house.