Killer's Kiss

Chapter four

Lisa entered The Ravenmoor Hollow, the smell of humid wood hitting her like a tidal wave. Finally, she had some time for herself and herself only. She'd ensured Momo returned to their apartment safely before excusing herself and driving to the outskirts of L.A.

Nobody on Earth knew of The Ravenmoor Hollow—nobody but Lisa. It was her dirty little secret, and she reveled in the thought of it being hers alone. She had sent illegal troops to construct the small castle in secret, ensuring the government would never catch wind of it. The land belonged to her; it was her inheritance from her biological father. Owning the territory outright meant there would be no disputes over her building on it.

Her father, however, was a menace to the world. If Lisa could be called wicked, her father was Satan himself. That man was a disgrace to Hell, less valuable than dirt in her eyes. Lisa was glad to have cast his name into the depths of her mind, left behind where it belonged. Her appearance—her striking features and last name—came from her mother. The only things she inherited from her father were her darker tendencies and this land she now stood on.

The Ravenmoor Hollow was ready at last. Yet Lisa had no idea how she'd break the news to Momo about moving out. She knew Momo would loathe her for it, given that she'd brought her to America only to leave her behind. Both women had mastered English long before moving to the States, but that didn't make it easier. Momo would undoubtedly try to persuade Lisa to let her join her in The Ravenmoor Hollow.

Of course, Lisa would refuse. There were things in this castle that Momo could never see.

As if on cue, Lisa descended into the lab in the castle's basement. The stench of rot hit her as she stepped inside, and she instinctively covered her nose. Inside were corpses and body parts she intended to sell, meticulously stored after years of hard work. Shelves lined the far wall, crowded with countless jars. Inside the jars were...pieces—pieces of people.

Goodness, what had become of her? There was no redemption left for Lisa; she was irreparably corrupt. She grabbed a chair leaning against the wall and sat, admiring the results of her dark labor.

Chanyeol was supposed to deliver the documents soon—contracts she had signed for her anonymous buyer. Lisa didn't care about her buyer's identity as long as the gold was delivered and her basement cleared of its gruesome contents.

But before anything else, there was something bothering her. A certain blonde kept surfacing in her thoughts, and she couldn't shake the image. It wasn't just because it had been a while since Lisa had hooked up with a woman. No, there was something else about her. Something Lisa couldn't quite pin down.

''So?'' Chaeyoung asked Jennie, pouting like a puppy begging for treats. ''It'll be fun, I swear.''

''Roseanne, we have finals!'' Jennie shook her head, narrowing her eyes. ''Since when do you make plans with anyone, anyways? Do you, perhaps, like that woman?''

''Her name is Momo, and no, I don't.'' Chaeyoung rolled her eyes. What on Earth made Jennie think she was into the Latina? Was it so strange to want to hang out with new people?

''Well, it's screaming suspicion to me.'' Jennie folded her arms and bit the inside of her cheek. ''Do you even know her or whoever she's bringing with her?''

''I know Momo. I don't know the other woman, though.'' Chaeyoung smirked inwardly, ready to play her ace. ''However...the place we're going to is during Jisoo's shift.'' She peeked at Jennie's reaction from under her lashes.

''Oh.'' Jennie cleared her throat. ''We're going to that restaurant? I, um, heard quite a few good reviews about the food. Sure, why not? Finals don't matter. I'm going to art school—''