away from 10
Chapter 23
“Pre never taken anyone’s life!” his shouted.
Her face dasketsed as a sudden realization struck her.
With a burst of anger, she snapped, “The music just stopped for no reason. That was you, wasn’t it? Ms. Yule, I’ve never had any issues with you. Why are you trying to destroy my
Because you never deserved those honors or applause,” Juliet shot back.
Her eyes flicked to something behind Iris, her voice laced with sarcasm. “Can you feel that chill running down your spine? Juliet’s right behind you, reaching out to choke the life
out of you.”
Iris! Eace twisted in fear as she grabbed at her throat, gasping for breath.
Juliet pretended to be shocked, raising a hand to her mouth. “Good grief, your neck’s turning blue. Looks like she’s here to finish you off today!”
Panicked, Iris collapsed onto the stage, still clutching her throat
Her eyes blazed with fury as she hissed, “Jullet, I wasn’t afraid of you when you were alive, and I sure as hell am not scared of you now that you’re gone! And for the record, it wasn’t me who killed you. It was your dear husband, Norman!
“When I suggested you take my place to throw off the serial killer, he didn’t bat an eye. That’s what led to your track death!”
Juliet glared down at her, her voice ley and haunting “Stop lying to yourselt, tris, You’re the one who killed Juliet. You watched as that serial killer tied her to that platform, surrounded by those white candles and thatblack um covered in talismans.”
Iris froze, her eyes wide and her voice trembling, “W–who are you? How do you know all of this?”
Juliet held her gaze, offering a half–smile. “What do you think? The guy, about six feet and two inches, with a blue birthmark on the webbing of his left hand-”
“Stop! You’re just making this up!” Iris yelled, her hands shooting up to cover her ears.
“If I’m making it up, why are you so scared?” Juliet’s voice was cold and unwavering as she pressed on.
The fans in front of the stage started rising to their feet, their faces pale as they slowly backed away.
“Wait, so Iris was in on it with, the serial killer this whole time? That’s absolutely terrifying!
**No wonder the killer announced he was done after he got Juliet. She was his target all along, Iris cruelty is on another level!”
*If Juliet died with so much unfinished business, she’d certainly come back as a vengeful spirit to take Iris down! I wouldn’t let her get away with it if it were me!”
Out of nowhere, an angry roar erupted from the crowd Iris, you deserve to die!”
Juliet locked up and saw Norman storming onto the stage, his face twisted in rage.
He seized Iris by the throet, his voice slicing through the air, merciless and unyielding. “You plotted to kill Juliet, robbing her of her chance to come back to life. You’re going to pay for today!”
Iris‘ face flushed a deep purple as her teary eyes locked onto him, “I’ve loved you more than anyone else, Norman. And now you’re going to kill me because of Juliet? Have you really dorgotten how much you once cared for me?”
“Shut up!” Norman spat, his voice dripping with wom. “Your love disgusts me!”
The police arrived just in time, quickly stepping between the and restraining Norman, who was consumed by rage.
“Mr. Walshi, murder is a serious tense you need to calm down. Il Iris is involved in Ms. Wals death, the law will take it from here!”
“Everyone, listen up! Iris isn’t just involved in juliet’s death. She’s also responsible for the murder of the journalist, Fiona Lauter!” Juliet shouted, pointing to the edge of the crowd when a man in a hat was attempting to slip away. “That’s the serial killer right there!”
In an instant, the police had than in black pinned to the ground, while iris was culled and led to the policear.
As Julie stepped out of the concit all, Thelma rushed forward, blocking her way
With a sharp, heavy thid, Thelma dropped to her kners, brats streaming down her face as she begged, “Ms. Yule, please, have mercy. Don’t let them take iris to prison, I’ll do whatever you wAIL”
Juliet looked over at Iris, who was being pushed into the police car, and let out a quiet laugh. “Mrs. Roth, it it came down to it, who would you save–Iris or the serial killer?”
Thelma’s face stiffened the pointed toward the man in the officers‘ grip, het voice steady, “I’d save him.”
Iris‘ face twisted in shock and pain. “Mom! I’m your daughter. How could you pick your legitimate son over me?”
