Justin's POV
They said curiosity killed the cat. I knew that. Hell, I knew it — and still, like the dumbass I am, I went to the stupid address Army gave me.
Only to find out it was her place.
What the actual fuck?
Why would she give me her own damn address?
I should've left. Should've hit reverse and peeled the hell out of there. But I didn't. Since I was already standing there like a fool, I figured—might as well get to the bottom of whatever mindfuck she was playing at.
She was already waiting when I rang the bell. That same wicked smile on her lips—the kind that made my stomach twist with disgust.
"I knew you'd come," she said, all sugary-sweet, like we were in some sick fairytale.
I didn't say a goddamn thing.
She stepped aside, ushering me in. I followed, mostly because I didn't want to keep circling the city like some idiot dog chasing a scent I couldn't place.
Place was quiet. Guess her folks weren't around.
Then she beckoned me upstairs.
That made me pause.
