Chapter 12

• Fuck. It's my fault for being too neat.
• Everything in my dressing room was meticulously clean and organized. There was not a pin, comb or pen kept out of place - anything that could be used as a weapon. Even my clothes were neatly folded or hung in the cupboard opposite the mirror. I stood behind my chair looking around even though I was aware that Bobby remained by my door like a vampire waiting to be invited in.
• I threw a smile at him over my shoulder hoping that I could stall for time. Where the hell was Keith when I needed him?