Hope
"Who the hell are you? What the fuck are you scheming?" I snap.
"It doesn't matter what's up her fucking sleeve," Asher growls, grabbing my wrist. "Hope, we're leaving."
We reach the chapel doors—only for them to slam shut with a thunderous thud. Asher yanks at the handle, but it won't budge. No amount of force makes it give.
"There's no need for all that," the stunning lady in blood red lipstick and a matching corporate skirt says sweetly, stepping closer. "You might as well take a seat. I just want to play a game. Something simple. Something *fun*."
"You still haven't answered me," I hiss. "Who the hell are you?"
She smiles. "Oh, my bad. You've all seen me before—once, twice… maybe more. Hope, to you, I've been your lovely roommate. Kelly."
My heart stops cold.
