After all, there was no denying what had happened. I mean, the bedsheets were a disaster-so much blood-and her legs still ached like she'd run a marathon in high heels.

Jesus...

What the hell kind of mess was this now?

Xander's voice came over the phone, suddenly cold. "You worried I went and finished him off?"

Yvonne's eyes widened. "What? No! God, no. Why would I care about him? He's nothing to me. Honestly, you're my husband-why waste your energy on some loser like that? It's just not worth it, right?"

Worried? That wasn't it at all.

If anything, she'd always been the kind of person to handle her own revenge.

"Seriously, Xander, that's not what this is," she added, just to be clear.

"Where are you?" he asked, his tone still sharp.

"I'm in York," she replied.

"York? That far?" he sounded surprised.

She huffed. "You know Skye's been screwing me over for years. I finally caught up

to her-I wasn't about to let her get away with my stuff again."

Just saying Skye's name set Yvonne's blood boiling. That woman was like a

treasures since they were kids. Who knew how much Skye had stolen behind

truly terrible in

from me?" Xander asked

like that. I mean, come on, you know what kind of marriage this is. This isn't

voice faltered a

a low, amused grunt.

place, but her mind was too tangled to

he dropped

She blinked. "Wait-what?"

from the other

nearly dropped her

brain, already scrambled,

enough noise last night to wake the neighbors. I

what Shawn said, about

the chaos last night, maybe she

swallowed, suddenly unsure. "Can you repeat

were noisy,

the other night-it was me. Got it? Stop looking

Silence.

even the air around her had gone quiet.

said

couldn't be.

"You-you wouldn't dare,"

sounding convinced

"You

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