Bonded my ass! How could he claim to be bonded to her, then do nothing but lie? The whole time, he’d lied. He knew about her uncle.
She suddenly felt sick. She walked out of the office and started toward her cabin, only to realize she didn’t want to talk to Kylie or Miranda right now.
Right before she turned off the trail to head out toward the woods, she heard someone call her name.
Derek.
“Later,” she said and started to take off.
“No!” Derek yelled out. “It’s important.”
She started to take off anyway, but words sounded in her head.
You need to hear this!
The cold surrounded her.
“Hear what? Why the hell should I listen to a word you say?” Della asked, speaking to a wall of nothing more than cold air. “Aren’t you the one who put Chase and me together to work this case? I could’ve saved Natasha on my own. I didn’t need him!”
She stopped and turned to face Derek, who she heard stop behind her.
“What did you say?” he asked.
“I wasn’t talking to you. But since you’re here … what is it?”
His mouth formed a tight line, concern filled his eyes. “I … shit, Della, I don’t know how to tell you this.”
“It’s easy. You open your mouth and words come out,” she said, her patience spent. “Try it.”
He nodded. Exhaled loudly. “Remember when you asked me to check with the PI again about your aunt’s case?”
She nodded.
“Since I didn’t hear back from him, I called him again last night.”
“And?” She motioned with her hands for him to continue.
“The detective called him back yesterday. He said after he looked at the files, he checked on what all they still had in evidence.” Derek shuffled his feet a bit. “They ran some tests on some blood they’d collected. They weren’t able to do that test back then, they didn’t have the capability. The results came back.” He hesitated. “They’re going to make an arrest. They’re going to arrest your dad, Della. I’m sorry.”
She stood there for several seconds.
His words flew around her head. Remember you asked me to check with the PI again about your aunt’s case?
Her father was going to be arrested for murder and it was her fault.
If she’d never asked Derek to look into it, the case would have stayed buried. Stayed cold.
She’d done this. Done this to her dad—an extremely private man, who didn’t even want to think about the past. Now the whole world would know. There would be news reports, photos in the paper. Her father would be humiliated. More important than that, he’d be accused of murder. What if they convicted him?
She swallowed down the pain. Tears stung her eyes. If she hadn’t disappointed him before, she’d really done it now.
Not just him this time, either. This wouldn’t just hurt him, but her mom, her sister. It could destroy her family. Completely.
What the hell had she done?
Or a better question, how in the hell was she going to make it right?
Her phone rang. She pulled it out. Her sister’s number showed on the screen.
Della answered the call. “Hey.” Her voice shook with that one word.
“Della?” Her sister’s voice came with the sound of tears—much like the ones running down Della’s face. “The cops came … they took Dad.” Marla sobbed. “They think he killed someone. Mom’s so upset, she can’t stop crying. You have to come home. You have to!”
Della heard Marla’s request. But how could Della do it? How would she get blood if she was at home? How could she keep her secret from her family? How could she leave Shadow Falls?
Then again, how could she not go home and try to fix this, when she was the one who caused it?
“I’m coming,” Della told Marla. “I’m coming home.”