The Final Offering

“Is it?” Miya’s laugh was razor–sharp. “Then what about the necklace on the second victim?

The earrings on the third?” “Every woman he killed wore jewelry identical to yours.

“He’s imitating you. He’s declaring you.” “And tonight… he’ll come for the final

piece.” Miya’s eyes dropped to Mignon’s pale neck. Bare. “Miss Logan,

where’s your necklace?” Mignon instinctively clutched her throat, panic flashing in her eyes.

“I–I put it away!” “Really?” Miya stepped closer. “I’d guess you didn’t put it away.

You gave it to someone. Someone you thought would keep your secret.” “Only, you trusted the

wrong person."“Tonight, he’ll come to claim the last offering.” Mignon broke completely. She shrieked,