Kill Switch by Penelope Douglas EPUB & PDF – eBook Details
- Author: Penelope Douglas
- Genre: New Adult & College Romance, Romantic Suspense
- Publish Date: 9 February 2019
- Size: 3 MB
- Format: PDF / EPUB
- Status: Avail for Download
- Price: Free
My ballet slipper brushes the hardwood floor as I slowly step
down the long hallway. The glow of the candles on their
pedestals line the dark walls, and I fidget with my fingers as I
glance left to right at every closed door I pass.
I don’t like this house. I’ve never liked it here.
But at least the parties are only twice a year—after
summer recitals in June and following the premiere of the
annual Nutcracker performance in December. Madame Delova
loves ballet, and as my school’s benefactress she considers it a
‘gift to the masses to descend from her tower once in a while
to entertain the villagers and allow us into her home.’
Or so I overheard my mom say once.
The house is so big that I don’t think I’ll ever see all of it,
and it’s filled with things that everyone is always gushing over
and whispering about, but it makes me nervous. I feel like I’ll
break something every time I turn around.
And it’s too dark. Even worse today with the house only lit
by candlelight. I suppose it’s Madame’s way of making
everything look like a dream the way she kind of looks herself:
surreal, too perfect, and porcelain. Not exactly real.
I press my lips together, pausing before I call out, “Mom?”
Where is she?
I step softly, not sure where I am or how I get back to the
party, but I know I saw my mom come upstairs. I think there’s
a third floor, too, but I’m not sure where the next stairwell is to
get to it. Why would she come up here? Everyone is
I clench my jaw harder with every step away from the
party I take. The lights, voices, and music fade, and the silent
darkness of the hallway slowly swallows me up.
I should go back. She’ll get mad that I followed her
“Mom?” I call again, itching at the tights on my legs as
the costume I’d been wearing since this morning chafes my
“What the fuck is the matter with you?” someone yells.
“Everyone is uncomfortable around you,” the man
continues. “All you do is stand there! We talked about this.”
I spot a sliver of light peeking through a cracked doorway
and creep closer. I doubt my mom is in there. People don’t yell
But maybe she is in there?
“What is going on in that head of yours?” the man
bellows. “Can’t you speak? At all? Ever?”
There’s no response, though. Who is he mad at?
Leaning into the door frame, I peer into the crack, trying
to see who’s in the room.
At first, all I can make out is gold. The golden glow of the
golden lamp shining onto the golden desk set. But then I shift
to the left, my pulse hammering in my chest, as I see Madame’s
husband, Mr. Torrance, cross into my view from behind his
desk. He stands, breathing hard with his jaw set, as he looks
down at whoever is on the other side.
“Jesus Christ,” he spits out with disdain. “My son. My
heir… Can anything come out of that fucking mouth of yours?
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