CHAPTER 70

“Looks like the cat’s out of the bag now,” Drake said, his vicious smile twitching. He leered at Lola as she walked into the Pit. Behind her, he saw his father and Russel Polver take their seats. “Daddy can’t protect you from me now. And neither can your Oclan mutt over there. Right here and now, it’s just you and me and this time, you ain’t getting away. By the end of this, there ain’t gonna be enough of you left to bury.” “Big talk,” Lola retorted, her heart pounding. “Let’s see if you can back it up now. It’s not going to go like it did the last time we met.” She took a deep breath in through her nose and then let it out through her mouth. Her heart pounding had nothing to do with Drake or fear, it had to do with the excitement brewing inside her at the chance to finally get her revenge. Memories of that night, the same ones that haunted her pretty much every night, came flickering over her mindscape again. The fires. The blood. The death. Her father’s last words, telling her to r