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Stupid.

“You’re gonna regret this,” he says.

I just stare at him.

I don’t blink. But I don’t speak either.

I just watch his face blanch before he retreats.

“Let’s get the fuck out of here.”

I watch the door silently for a minute.

“M-Micah?”

I turn so fast my neck protests.

She's standing exactly where he left her.

Shaking.

Eyes huge.

One wrist is already bruising where that bastard grabbed her.

The sight of those fingerprints blooming against her skin nearly sends me after him again.

I manage to resist the impulse.

Barely.

Instead, I walk straight to her.

Slowly, this time.

Making sure she sees me coming.

Making sure she knows...

It's over.

She's safe.

I've got her now.

Chapter 11-Sloane

I can't breathe.

Not because I'm hurt.

Not because my asthma is acting up.

Because I can't believe what I just saw.

The bar looks like a tornado ripped through it.

Broken bottles glitter across the floor.