Chapter 20 Revenge Comes In Three--I

• I sighed, slipping my key into the lock. The door creaked open, and I stepped inside, shutting it behind me with a soft thud. The day had been hell. I pulled my hair loose from the tight bun it was twisted into, letting it fall around my shoulders and brush against the ink on my neck, casting faint shadows across my green tattoos.
• The living room was quiet—eerily so. I frowned, eyes skimming over the two half-drained beer cans and a still-smoldering cigarette on the coffee table. I dropped my bag on the couch and headed for the bedroom.
• “Babe?” I called, my hand already on the doorknob. I pushed it open, and the breath in my chest caught.