I downed the rest of my whiskey. "Five years, Bianca. Five years I'll never get back, trying to warm a man who wanted to stay frozen."
"Well, it's over now, Hazel." she reached across to refill my glass. "The Northern Lake pack has been waiting for their heiress. Plus, Damon's still unmarried, you know what Dad always wanted."
I sighed. "As soon as my lawyer prepares the divorce papers, I'm coming home. It's time the heiress reclaimed her birthright."
"That's my girl," Bianca smirked as we clinked our glasses together.
That night I got home earlier than I told Derek I would. The house was quiet at first, then I heard strange moaning sounds coming from upstairs.
I followed the noises through our home. They led me to that room Derek always declared off-limits to me, claiming it was his private workspace.
When I pushed the door open, I nearly choked at what I saw.
Derek stood completely naked, aggressively thrusting hard into a mannequin that had a photograph plastered on it. I recognized it immediately. It was his stepsister Tara's face attached to the lifeless figure.
"Oh Tara, I miss you so much," he moaned. "No one will ever replace you. Not even her."