𝐓𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄- 𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐑 𝐑𝐄𝐈𝐃

𝐅𝐈𝐕𝐄

𝐀𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐀 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐈𝐍 𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄 𝐃𝐄𝐄𝐏 𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐓. As fearless as she was, there were a few select things that the woman was afraid of. Spiders, for example. Alana couldn't stand the foul creatures. Oh, and also a pissed off Rhiannon was high on her list. The girl rarely ever got angry, so when that fuse finally blew it was rather terrifying. Alana just so happened to be on the receiving end of it this evening.

"He's a fucking FBI agent?" Rhiannon screamed, running a hand down her face. Alana was going to have to come clean about it eventually, but she'd been dreading it since the day Spencer called her three days ago. But she needed Rhiannon, because she was the only person who could make sure there was absolutely nothing that his team could find about her that could be considered incriminating. He was no doubt running a criminal background check on her, which would definitely come back clean because Alana Castillo had no priors. However, if they decided to dig further, they might find out that Alana Castillo was formerly known as Leah Thatcher. However, after a near-fatal hospital visit ten years ago, Leah "legally" changed her name to Alana. While everything was above board, the last thing she needed the agents realizing was that Leah was in the same hospital, on the very same night that Vivian and Evangeline died. The real Leah Thatcher had died that night in the hospital, but Rhiannon was able to swap their hospital charts digitally, so that Vivian entered the hospital as herself, and left it as a completely new person. "Do you realize how risky this is, Alana?"

"I know that, Rhi," Alana responded with a sigh. She hadn't planned on this at all, and Alana was the biggest planner of all. She quite literally spent the last eight years of her life planning a series of murders. "I didn't expect this to happen. When I met him, he was just a guy in a coffee shop, and then all of a sudden he's an FBI agent."

"We have rules," Rhiannon pointed out. Alana knew the rules she was talking about, because they had made them together when they first fled and started to plot their revenge. "Rule number one is that we never do anything stupid that could risk you getting caught. And you just fucking did it!" Alana knew that Rhiannon wasn't actually furious with her, but rather terrified and frustrated. After Evangeline died, Alana was all that Rhiannon had left, and vice versa. Rhiannon was the only person in the world who saw her for exactly as she was and did not judge her or fault her for it. She had stood by her through the worst years of her life, and she had stuck around, even now. The first year after everything happened, Alana barely got out of bed, but Rhiannon had been the one to cuddle her and bring her food when she refused to eat. The day that Alana decided to get revenge, Rhiannon had already ran to the computer and began finding all the information she could on them. She was her ride or die.

"My identity is solid, Rhi," Alana reminded her. "They won't find anything unless I hand them answers on a silver platter."

"You don't know that," Rhiannon retorted. The last thing she wanted to do right now was argue with her, especially since her date with Spencer was in less than two hours. "All it takes is one loose thread in your story for this whole damn thing to unravel." They had rules in place for a reason. They had to, especially with the dark place that Alana had to venture down into every time she made a kill. Alana vowed to keep herself under control, and Rhiannon promised to pull her from that void before she let herself be consumed by it. Rhiannon was the sole reason that Alana hadn't suffered a psychotic break in the last year, and it was all because these rules existed. It kept them both grounded. "We're getting close to the endgame now, Alana. Tensions are already high."

"He won't find out," Alana assured Rhiannon.

"And what happens if he happens to come over one day and finds you covered in blood? How do you plan on explaining yourself then?" Rhiannon questioned, pacing violently in the kitchen. Alana would have to be extra careful about hiding her stuff now. More careful than she had been in the past. While Alana technically lived with Rhiannon, she did have a house of her own. Mainly because Alana suspected that a day would come when the feds would come to question Rhiannon about the murders, and Alana couldn't risk being here when they did.