Samantha opened her hotel door and threw her purse on the table. "There's only one bed, but it's pretty big."
Jacob set his bag down. "It's fine. Just fine."
Samantha took his duffel and put it up on the table, looking sharply up at him. "If you just got into London, then why is the date on your luggage tags wrong? They're days old."
Samantha lunged for her purse, but he grabbed her and held her tight. He whispered in her ear as she weakly struggled. "How could you have been so blind? Did you really think that I'd come all they way over here just to comfort you? You can't see past your own ego to notice me in the background. I don't love you, and I never did. You just played into my hand."
Samantha stopped struggling, and started to laugh. His hold on her loosened with surprise and she broke free. "You think I didn't notice? My own brother? I'm not as blind as you think."
Jacob's face softened for a second before going back to a hard mask. "What do you mean, brother?"
Samantha's eyes sparkled with an odd light. "My half brother. Son of my father. Evidently my mother wasn't the only woman he knocked up."
Jacob sighed. "How did you know?"
"Obvious." She rolled her eyes and started talking really fast. "We share many of the same features; how many people have asked us of we were siblings? Five months ago, after your mother died, you found out about who your father really was. You were angry that your mother was stupid enough to not tell our father about you, raising you apart from the inheritance and parentage you deserved. If she had told him about you, it's possible I wouldn't exist today, if she had married him instead and they had been happy. You wanted his family discredited and shamed, while framing me as their murderer, the girl who had the life you should have had. That's why you told me you loved me around when your mother died; you put two and two together. You just needed to separate yourself from the crime, which is why you waited until this business trip to make your move. Annie was meeting you Tuesday; that's when you learned our itinerary and made your plans. You spiked their drinks, and waited until I would let you in." Samantha stopped. "But it didn't work."
"What do you mean? I've killed everyone you hold close for no good reason. I've won, and I promise you won't leave this room alive." He grabbed her bag and put her phone in his pocket. He advanced toward her.
Samantha stood her ground, "You haven't won because I'm grateful."
Jacob stopped. "Grateful?"
Samantha smiled. "You don't know how much I hate my parents. My slutty mother, my sleazy father, and his sickly wife. They were all weak and stupid, and I'm glad they're dead." She walked closer to him as he stood frozen in shock, taking his face in her hands. I know you love me, and it sickens you. You keep telling yourself you hate me, that we're wrong, but nothing has ever felt so right." The madness was evident in her voice, overwhelming her sanity. Their eyes dilated, and shivers ran up and down Samantha's back. "You love me, and you don't care. I love you, and I don't care." She brought their lips together, tangling her hands in his hair. His lips moved to her throat while his hands slid up her shirt, raising it above her head. She brought their lips together again, kissing him fiercely. Then she threw her head back and screamed at the top of her lungs.
