"A tough opponent? You might be right," I said smoothly, leaning against the car. "Or you might be very wrong."
She was completely silent.
Then, my stepmoms voice sharpened. ""What does that mean?""
"It means," I said, "there's now only one step left to reach you."
The silence stretched longer this time. I imagined her on the other end biting her expensive nails off and wondering what to do next.
Surely she's scared of my dad replacing her by now.
"Wait for me," I continued, my tone mockingly sweet. "I'll be seeing you very soon. Actually, come to think of it, I'm about ten minutes away. Why don't I stop by tonight?"
My stepmom gasped loudly ""What?!""
I let out a low, guttural laugh. "I had no intention of dragging things out from the beginning, Cassandra," I said smoothly. "You fucking shot me. I'm going to get you back, and being the generous person I am, I'll give you one hour."
And with that, I ended the call.
