Series: Secret Society
Published by Self on 7/13/20
Genres: Contemporary Romance
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Twisted Circles by New York Times bestselling author, Claire Contreras, is now live!
When someone tells you who you are, do you believe them?
The first question the cops asked me was if anything out of the ordinary happened to me lately.
When I woke up this morning in the room of a mental institution I couldn't remember a thing - not my name nor how I got there. Not how I left or how I ended up in that interrogation room.
The only thing I knew came from the contents inside my bag. A wallet, a student ID, a key that opened an unknown door, and two notebooks.
They tell me my name. It matches my IDs.
They tell me my story. I shut my eyes and try to piece it together, but can't.
They tell me why they picked me up in the first place. They thought I was my sister. My brain stays stuck there. I try to rewind and fast-forward, as if my memories were on a videotape, but it's no use. I can't recall having a sister.
They put me back in the car and drop me off in front of a mansion they call The Manor and I discover what the mysterious key in my backpack opens the front door, and just as quickly wish I'd never unlocked it at all.
Twisted Circles is a complete standalone that takes place in the same "world" as Half-Truths.
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Excerpt
“What the hell did I just see?” My voice was hoarse, the screams I’d contained ripping the tone from it.
“I don’t know.”
“What do you . . . ” I shook my head, covering my face. “You’re not going to tell me. You wouldn’t tell me. You’re the president of this freakish cult. Of course you wouldn’t tell me.”
“I don’t know.” His voice carried and brought my gaze back to his. “I really don’t know.”
“I don’t believe you.”
“That’s too bad.” He shook his head. “It doesn’t change the fact that I’m not lying.”
“I should have left with your brother.”
“My brother?” His expression turned serious. He glanced away for a long moment, staring at the portrait beside us. I had no idea who it was, but it was a man wearing a black little hat and a cross. A priest of sorts. Adam looked at me again. “My brother can’t help you.”
“And you can?” I nodded toward the back of the room. “You won’t even tell me why I just saw what I saw.”
“I don’t know the answer to that.” His jaw set.
“Your brother said you were going to bury me.”
“What else did Nolan decide to tell you?”
“Not much.”
“He shouldn’t have spoken to you. He knows better.”
“Free country and all.”
“Not in here.” Adam’s lip tilted. “You’re under our command in here.”
“Are you going to do to me what they’re doing to that woman?”
“No.”
“Are you going to bury me?” I swallowed, waiting.
“Yes.”
Yes. No hesitation.
“Are . . . are you going to kill me?”
“No.”
“You’re going to bury me alive?”
“Yes.”
Again, no hesitation. My heart skipped. Where was I and who were these people? I realized that I could scream, I could punch him, I could try to run, but I wouldn’t get very far.
“Is that part of the initiation?” I licked my lips, mentally preparing myself.
“Yes.”
“Were you buried?”
“We all were.”
“Has anyone died?” My lip quivered again. I blinked my eyes, more tears fell. I wiped them quickly.
He didn’t answer, but with the way his lips set into a hard line, he didn’t have to.
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