Page 110 of A Deadly Game of Cat and Mouse

Chapter 22

Eric, 22 years old

Seville, Spain

Four years later

On my way back, it began pouring outside. It was so bad, my windows fogged up and I cranked up the AC.

Because of this, I didn’t see the crazy woman running on the road until I almost ran her over.

“OH SHIT!” I shouted as I slammed on the brakes and prayed the rental SUV didn’t flip over.

“Fuck, are you all right?” My heart was beating a hundred miles a second. The minute the thing calmed down, however, I got pissed.

“Why the hell are you running down the road, lady? Didn’t your momma give you enough sense to get out of the rain?” I was rolling down my window as I screamed this, only to have the woman slam into my door.

I blinked, confused.

When I saw who it was, my confusion grew even more.

“Eric?” Saskia Kir asked in complete shock as we stared at each other.

The wide smile I gave her was genuine. I liked Baby Winthrop’s girl. She was cute, feisty, and her comebacks were pretty funny.

But the happiness I felt had nothing to do with her, and everything to do with the tiny woman giving me a death glare.

“Hello, Beautiful. Long time no see.”

“What are you doing here?” Sass inquired.

“Well, I could ask you the same thing, but how about coming into the car before you give me what I’m sure will be one interesting story.”

Even though I wanted to stare at my girl, my gaze never wavered from Sass.

“Thank you so much, Eric,” a pretty blond piped in as she got into the car, making me frown in confusion.

“Do I know you?”

The duo giggled. “It’s Lizzie.”

“Lizzie who?”

“Elizabeth Stryker,” Sarah answered caustically.

My eyes widened, and I whistled in appreciation. “Girl, time has been good to you.”

“She was fine as she was before.” This from the angry jellyfish.

“Of course, but it doesn’t change what I just said.”

Lizzie was a sweet girl, who was treated horribly at Elite Prep. I felt partly responsible for what happened to her, and should have put a stop to the hazing going around.

But controlling a bunch of morons isn’t as easy as it sounds. The boys on my team made sure they kept me in the dark, and by the time I knew what was going on, it was too late.

Look at her now, though. I guess what they say about nice girls having the last laugh was true.

An African American woman was next. She was six-foot-tall and so freakishly beautiful, I blinked to make sure my mind wasn’t playing a trick on me.