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But some horrible part of me knows he’s right.
That’s the worst part.
Noir continues, voice turning colder.
“If you’d stayed gone, I would’ve let you go. I would’ve done that much for Brynn.”
Tears burn down my cheeks before I realize I’m crying.
“But you came back.”
His gaze drops briefly over me in the towel.
Not with desire.
With dismissal.
“So I figured if you were determined to die anyway, your death might as well be useful.”
Dagger roars.
It’s not a word.
It’s not even human.
He drives his fist into Noir’s stomach so hard Noir folds around it, coughing violently. Then Dagger grabs him by the hair and yanks his head back.
“You put the tracker in her.”
Noir laughs through the pain.
“Yes.”
My body goes numb again.
The foam party flashes behind my eyes.
The music.
The lights.
The crowd.
Noir’s body behind mine.
His hand between my thighs.
His mouth at my ear.
Little addict.
My stomach heaves.
I press one hand to my mouth, but nothing comes up.
Just horror.
Just the memory of thinking it was wanted.
