full swing, a lavish affair meant to solidify the union of two prominent Charleston families. Chad was

et box. Inside lay an antique silver locket, intricatel

e registered the desperation in his eyes. His family need

ed"for me, yapped at my feet. She'd been a c

lasped my own cherished locket – a simple gold heart, a gift from my late g

y fastened my grandmother's locket

med to spin, the music warped, and Chad's smiling face dissolved into a blur. I felt a sick

blac

My body ached. I tried to sit up, to call out, but only a weak

absolute, seized

e with concern, but with a chilling smirk. He spoke to a tired-looking attendant at

g. No tags, no chip

away, leaving me, Sarah Jenkins, trapped

eved Chad. She'd be admiring her reflection, her new life, her hands already itching to control the Jenkins' fortune. They would be celebrating their monstrous