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And when his eyes finally lock on mine?I stop breathing.
Because for one horrifying second, I don't recognize him.
“There,” Landon whispers from the ground, blood filling his teeth as he smiles at me. “Look what you turned him into.”
“No—”
“This is your fault.”
The words echo.
My chest caves inward.
“I didn’t mean?—”
“You ruin people.”
I wake up screaming.
The sound rips violently out of my throat as I bolt upright in bed, tangled in blankets and drenched in sweat.
The room is dark.
For one horrifying second, I still think I’m in Key West. That Landon is here. That blood coats the walls and floor.
My entire body shakes. My lungs refuse to work.
“Peyton.”
The bedroom light flips on.
I flinch violently.
Daltyn stands in the doorway wearing gray sweatpants and a black tee, his expression tight with alarm.
His eyes scan me once.
The sweat. The tears. My shaking hands.
And something dangerous flashes across his face.
Not anger at me.
At whoever hurt me badly enough to do this.
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My pulse is already pounding before I even reach the bed.
Peyton looks terrified.
Like she woke up somewhere she never fully escaped.
“Hey,” I say carefully.
Her breathing turns ragged when I step closer. The sound cuts straight through my chest.
