Reign of a King (Kingdom Duet #1) - Rina Kent Page 0,21
if he thinks he can do the same to me, he has a surprise waiting.
I’m the wrong sister to come after.
Where Alicia was soft and caring, I’m hard and unfeeling.
Since I was a kid, I’ve learnt to build stone around my heart because that thing will only lead me to doom. It will only push me into a path filled with wires and vacant eyes and…duct tape.
So much fucking duct tape.
I shake my head as I take the lift down.
I promised myself not to think about that time again. I’m not Clarissa anymore.
Clarissa is buried with those vacant eyes.
“Ms Harper,” our building's concierge calls my name.
He’s a short bald man with bushy brows and a beer belly. His cockney accent is noticeable when he speaks. He also always watches the Premier League games on the hall’s TV with Shelby, the old man who resides next door to me.
When Layla and I first started out, I used to rent a room in a dangerous town in Eastern London. As soon as I could afford to, I moved into this building. The security is brilliant and most of the tenants are businessmen, lawyers, and doctors. The location is safer as well.
“Good evening, Paul. Shelby.”
The concierge nods and stands up, his attention temporarily away from the game. Shelby doesn’t even acknowledge my presence, deeply focused on the TV screen. Not that he ever returns my greetings. Since we moved in almost at the same time, I always try to be friendly, but it’s rarely reciprocated.
Paul reaches behind the counter and retrieves a packet. “This came for you.”
“Thank you, Paul.” I take the small wooden box. I wonder what it could be. It’s not large enough to be the new notebooks I ordered online.
As soon as I’m in my car, I check the box. Weird. My name and address is on there, but the sender’s isn’t.
I shake it and hear a faint sound coming from inside. When I open it, I find a flash drive.
That’s all.
A flash drive.
Along with a note printed in a computer-generated font.
PLAY ME.
Curiosity gets the better of me, so I plug it into my car and hit Play.
At first, there’s no sound and I’m about to chalk this up to a prank or something. Then I hear someone breathing and I freeze as a soft voice follows.
Alicia.
Oh my God.
It’s Alicia!
“Hey, Claire. If you get this, it means I’m no longer with you. I debated about whether to leave you this, but I decided that I need to warn you. I need to protect you like I wasn’t able to when I was alive. Claire, baby sis, someone is trying to kill me and I probably will die. I —"
The recording is cut off.
I hit Play and Forward, but it cuts off at the same point every time. I press the player again and again, my fingers shaking.
Damn it. A whole body shudder grips me, and tingles erupt all over my skin at the words I heard straight out of my sister’s mouth.
Someone was trying to kill Alicia.
I knew it. I knew that her death was suspicious.
Now, I have to bring my sister justice.
Just like I did with those vacant eyes.
The moment I’m in front of the King mansion, the metal gate automatically opens like in some horror film.
I drive inside, watching my surroundings as if something or someone will jump me.
The silence of the night is deafening as I slowly go down the road that’s faintly lit by tall street lamps.
A fountain sits in the middle of the garden with imposing grandiose. There’s a statue of an angel pouring water from a jar as the virgin Mary holds him at a tilted angle.
I hit the brakes, staring with wild eyes of the statues. Both the woman and the angel are crying, their expressions wrenched.
I touch my watch, the one Alicia gave me as a present. That same image is engraved on the back of it.
This can’t be a coincidence. There must’ve been something she wanted to tell me. Something that has to do with crying angels and the person who was after her life.
A shiver creeps down my spine as I hit the gas. I don’t stop until I’m parked outside Jonathan’s house.
Inhaling deeply, I step out of my car and stand in front of a large wooden door that appears ancient but elegant with an ornamental design that looks handmade. Not that it should be a surprise, considering this is the tyrant’s residence.