CHAPTER 177

FREDERICK

I had stolen into the manor the way I came, my heart ripping me the reaper’s jagged drum beats in my chest.

“Fucking hell,” I groaned, spreading my arms to brace myself on the tough mahogany wood of the dresser to stare at the blue-eyed man in the mirror.

My strawberry-blonde hair had fallen limply over my face so that some of the short strands brushed against my eyelashes, making my eyes water animatedly.

“Where the hell are you Laura?” I hissed through clenched teeth, glancing around the ornately designed rustic room once more, my eyes lingering on the brick-red wallpaper as though the dark-haired woman would be hiding between the creases.

“Fucking hell, what a day,” I wheezed, raking my fingers through my hair and trying not to remember the state I had been in when I watched Darlene chase after my brother back at the hotel.

How her eyes lit up when she told me Laura was not to be trusted. There was a lot of shit that wasn't adding up, shit that made gas bubbles grow in my