Robin Wasserman - Wrath

The fourth book in the Seven Deadly Sins series, 2006

It was a mistake.

It had to be.

She’d heard wrong. Or it was a lie.

A dream. A nightmare. Something.

Because if it was true -

If it was true, and this was reality, there was no going back to the person she’d been. Before.

She remembered that person. Hard. Angry. Fury coursing through her veins. It had consumed her, until her focus narrowed to a single point, a single goal: vengeance.

It had been the perfect plan, every detail seamlessly falling into place. She had lain awake imagining how it would play out-wondering whether it would still the howling voice inside her, not that she’d finally given in to what it most desired.

Vengeance.

The plan had worked. Everything had unfolded as she’d imagined it. She’d gotten exactly what she’d wanted. But …

She’d made a mistake. A fatal error. Because it hadn’t gone exactly as planned, had it?

There was supposed to be humiliation-and there was.

There was supposed to be suffering-and there was.

Everything had gone the way it was supposed to. Except -

No one was supposed to die.

Harper burrowed deeper beneath the covers. How was she supposed to sleep with all that banging?

“Come on, Grace, open up.”

Damn her parents. Which part of “I don’t want to see anyone” did they not understand?

“We’re bored,” Kaia complained through the door.

“Come out and play with us!” Kane added, in that little-boy voice most girls found irresistible.

Harper Grace wasn’t most girls.

“Go away,” she shouted, her voice muffled by the pillow pressed over her head. “Please!”

With that, the door opened-and the covers flew off the bed.

“Time’s up, Grace,” Kane said, flinging away the comforter. “No more feeling sorry for yourself.”

“Screw you. I could have been naked under here!” Harper said indignantly, suddenly realizing that the ratty sweatpants and faded gray Lakers T-shirt was an even more embarrassing ensemble.

“Why else do you think I did it?” Kane asked, chuckling.

How could he laugh?

The three of them had worked so hard to split up Beth and Adam and, for an all too brief moment, they’d finally gotten everything they’d wanted. Kane got Beth. Harper got Adam. And Kaia… got to stir up some trouble, which seemed to be all she needed. But now? Everything had come to light, and gone to shit. They were alone. How could Kane laugh, when Harper could barely stand?

“What are you looking at?” Harper snapped at Kaia as she climbed out of bed and wrapped a faux silk robe around herself. She hated the idea of Kaia seeing her bedroom, all the shoddy, mismatched furniture and cheap throw pillows; compared with Kaia’s surely elegant and unbearably expensive digs, it probably looked like the pathetic “before” shot on one of those lame homemakeover shows.

Harper sighed. Even the prospect of trading insults with her former rival didn’t deliver the jolt of energy it should have-not now that Kaia was one of only two friends that Harper had left. Some friends.

A heartless playboy. A soulless bitch. And me, Harper thought sourly.

Not quite the Three Musketeers.

“We’re here to cheer you up,” Kane said. “So cheer.”

“Like it’s that easy,” Harper grumbled. Though, obviously, it had been for him.

“We even brought reinforcements,” he added, pulling a bottle of Absolut from his pocket with a magician-like flourish.

“What, is that your answer to everything?” Harper asked harshly. “If you hadn’t been so drunk last week, and opened your big mouth-”

“Children, children,” Kaia cut in, placing a perfectly manicured hand on Kane’s broad shoulder. “I thought we agreed we were going to move past all that unpleasantness, kiss and make up. Her voice was soft and light, with a razor’s edge-that was Kaia. Beautiful and dangerous.

As if Harper was scared of her.

“I don’t care what we agreed,” she shot back. “If Kane hadn’t opened his big, stupid mouth… if Beth and Adam hadn’t overheard his stupid bragging…” She couldn’t finish.

“And if I hadn’t opened my big, stupid mouth, the two lovebirds would be back together right now instead of at each other’s throats,” Kaia reminded her. “But no need to thank me, and no need to blame him. Even if he’s an idiot.”

“Hey!” Kane protested. But he was smiling-the infamous Kane smirk, which not even heartbreak could wipe off his face.

“Thanks for the pick-me-up, guys,” Harper said, “but I’m not interested.You’re dismissed.”

“Are you just going to wallow here forever?” Kane asked in disgust. “Doesn’t sound like the Grace I know and love.”

“As if,” she snorted. “I meant, I’ve got better things to do than play guest of honor at your little pity party.”

“Like what?” Kaia asked skeptically.

“Like getting ready for my date,” Harper lied. She rolled her eyes. “Did you really think I was going to spend Saturday night in bed? Or at least, in my bed? Please.” She shook her head as if pitying their poor reasoning skills. “I’m just resting up for the main event.”

“Now that’s more like it,” Kane said, his smirk widening into a grin. Kaia just narrowed her eyes, unconvinced.

“So I mean it. Get out,” Harper told them. “Or I’ll be late.”

“Whatever you say, Grace,” Kane agreed, grabbing Kaia and backing out of the room. “Who am I to stand in the path of true lust?”

Harper sighed, and waited for the door to close so she could crawl back into bed, blissfully undisturbed. On second thought-

“Kane?” she called, just as he was about to disappear down the hall. He popped his head back in, and Harper forced herself to smile. “Leave the vodka.”

“I can’t wait to see the look on her face when she reads this,” Miranda Stevens crowed, putting the finishing touches on their masterpiece. “She’ll be out for blood.”

“Too bad she already sucked us dry,” Beth Manning pointed out. She laughed bitterly.

The flyer had been Miranda’s idea. She’d been thirsty for revenge against Harper. Beth still had no idea why Miranda was so eager to take down her former best friend, and she didn’t really care-Beth had more than enough reasons of her own to go after Haven High’s reigning bitch.

And Harper was only the first name on a long list of enemies.

There was Adam Morgan, who was supposed to be the love of her life. Too bad he’d turned out to be a lying hypocrite, accusing her of cheating when he was the one who’d slept with another girl.

Then there was Kaia Sellers… the other girl.

Last-and least-there was Kane Geary, whose lies she’d been dumb enough to believe and whose kisses she’d been weak enough to accept.