She smiled like she had won a prize. Like my life had just been a stepping stone. "I just wanted to say thank you, Trixie. If you hadn’t helped me become a mother without going through the pain, or handed me your grad school spot, I never would've made it into the Larkin family."
She paused, then added, almost mockingly, "You’re probably wondering how Mr. Larkin and I had a kid growing in your belly, right?"
She tilted her head, grinning. "That locket you wore—that’s how. It transferred my blood and essence into your body. Pretty clever, huh?"
She laughed, then said, "Lesson learned, I hope. Don’t just accept gifts from people."
I swear I almost rose from the dead just to slap her. But then, just like that, I opened my eyes. I was back.
"Yolanda, you’re seriously the sweetest," Xyla said, admiring the locket on my neck. "You got Trixie that blessed locket and brought us snacks? This is too much."
Sylvia giggled. "I want one too!"
My roommates had no idea. None of them knew the locket hanging around my neck was pure evil. A cursed little trap wrapped in a red string.