61

Sarah felt like a trap was constricting around her. If she tried to kill Ariana in her house, the scent would be damning evidence. The pregnancy had reduced her flexibility. Her ankles were swollen enough that she couldn't run much less drag a body.

No. Her plan to get rid of Ariana would require a little more finesse.

She had been up most of the night thinking up a storm on how to keep her hide safe.

Pacing, she placed her index finger in her mouth and bit her nail. She would have used Ariana to acquire the information she needed to keep herself alive if only Breeana hadn't gone into heat.

Everything was so messy right now and it was that Breeana's fault. Sarah would break her back coming up with great plans only for that girl to come in and ruin everything. Unintentionally at that. How insulting.

There was nothing to be done. She had to do this through the dangerous method that she'd pushed off as a last resort. She had no choice but to take the bull by the horns.

Sarah took a showe