Chapter 163

Shawn screamed. Leaves and tangled weeds gave way beneath him. With a shrilling cry, Shawn tumbled headfirst into the pit. Blood began to spread across his chest and pool beneath him. He had set this trap himself. The bottom of his trap was lined with spikes. Karma was served cold. Felicia clicked her tongue and shone a flashlight onto Shawn's face. "Serves you right, doesn't it?" Shawn howled in pain. Sweat poured down his face. Yet, amidst the agony, he found a grim relief. Thankfully, in his rush to dig the pit, he'd only added a few small nails at the bottom. If he'd gone with knives instead, he might not even be alive right now. His sense of relief only lasted shortly. Fury surged up inside him, hotter than ever. He struggled to shift his body, so he twisted his head to glare at Felicia. He growled, "So you knew all along, huh? Even so, you still followed me, you witch!" Felicia kicked him back down into the pit, yanking the knife from his hand. She said coldly, "Lucas isn