"I've been expecting your call," Frederick chuckled into the phone immediately after picking up. "It took longer than expected, though; were you reporting me to your little boyfriend? Or maybe the cops?" He mocked.

Lily scowled at the time in his voice; she felt her blood boil while glaring at his image that she had meticulously hung up on the wall. Picking up a throwing knife, she aimed it at the right eye in the picture, and without much effort, she hit her target.

Letting out a satisfied ...