"See, Rebecca? Clothes make the woman. These days, you're every bit the heiress Marina used to be. No difference at all."
Rebecca Fletcher. The scholarship student I'd sponsored out of pity. I'd covered her tuition, her living expenses, let her eat at my table and sleep under my roof.
Over time, she'd become my best friend.
I never imagined she'd become the one who dragged me straight to hell.
Rebecca nestled into Jacob's arms with a coy little laugh.
"That's only because you spoil me, Jake."
Then she crouched down beside me, close enough that I could smell her perfume, and put on a show of sisterly warmth.
"Marina, you know what? While you've been away, Jake has taken such good care of me."
"And don't worry, I haven't let you down either. I've been taking very good care of him too. Including in bed."
A triumphant smile spread across her face. "So just relax and keep playing house out here, okay?"
Playing?
My head snapped up. I'd nearly died here. More than once. And they thought I was playing.
My mouth opened, but my throat seized like something had clamped around it. No sound came out.
Jacob waved a dismissive hand.
"Alright, she's had enough fun roughing it. Let's just bring her back."