Lady Killer (Dead Girls Club #2)

Prologue Luz

I hadn’t planned on killing Aaron Croft.

Not at first.

When I started poisoning him, I only had my suspicions to go on, well, combined with general disdain.

Then came Halloween, and that night in the woods.

When I was being hunted by the sheep, I was in survival mode. Fight-or-flight.

Both the sheep had been dressed the same, in black hoodies and jeans. Between the masks, the darkness, and the adrenaline pumping through me, it had been impossible to distinguish between them. Hiding inside the hollow oak, shivering in silence, my brain was overrun with disturbing thoughts and images of the sheep converging on me, a mindlessly violent herd out for my blood.

By the time I’d retreated to the safety of my dorm, exhausted, my body and mind were compromised, unable and unwilling to process what had just happened.

But the days passed, and bit by bit, I began to unpack the details of that night.

There had been something familiar about the first sheep, the one who’d stood lurking outside Jackson College House that night. People are so much more than their faces—it takes more than a mask to truly hide someone’s identity—and there was something about the way that sheep stood, their build, how they moved.

It was like a fly buzzing around the room, never coming close enough for you to swat it. I knew who it was, somewhere in the recesses of my mind, but their identity was always just out of my reach.

Aaron was always there, too, like a fly, buzzing around Autumn and me.

Why was he there?

A nice girl would’ve waited for irrefutable proof before she started poisoning a man .

Then again, a nice girl would’ve been the one dead on the ground now, instead of standing over Aaron’s corpse, victorious, with his heart in her hand.

Nice girls were dead girls. Long live the bad girl.