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“Maybe he’s just tired of the smell of your desperation,” Ember says.

Damn.

Hannah steps to her. Ember straightens up. “You won’t stick around. I promise.”

“Come on, Hannah,” Marisol, Hannah’s favourite follower pulls her towards the door. “We don’t want her to off you like she did Beau.”

As they leave, Ember’s hands shake as she gathers her things. “Keep your girl on a leash, will you?” She stuffs them in her tote. “In case you forgot, the only murderer here is you.”

Heat prickles my neck. “Watch your mouth, Everett.”

“Watch your girl.” The way she spits her words makes me rise from my seat.

“Don’t let Hannah get to you. You’re better than that.”

“And you’re the reason I’m in this mess in the first place. Don’t pretend to be my saviour. You’re a gutless coward.” She storms towards the door.

My jaw tightens as some students stop when they hear her words. “Now wait a goddamn, minute.” My hand comes to her arm, catching her. “I’m not done with you yet.”

FOURTEEN

EMBER

“Mac, I have to go.”

This class was hard enough. Pun intended.

They say guys with a big bark have a small dick. That’s far from the case for Mac. The entire class I watched that thing grow between his legs.

And that thing bounces right in front of me

“Wherever you’re going is with me, Butterfly,” he says, casually, as if his cock isn’t saluting me.

Don’t look, don’t look, don’t look.

“See something you like?” Dammit.

“More like something I hate,” I respond.

“You don’t hate me.” Mac takes one step, closing the distance between us. His naked chest hits my body and I try to steady my breaths so he doesn’t feel how fast my heart beats. Or how hot my skin is. “You hate the way I make you feel.”

“Right now, you’re making me feel trapped. You’re the reason Beau is gone.”

“I make you feel freedom, Butterfly. Last time I checked, the cops aren’t on your case. And you’re in a much better place than that dump in Grim Valley.” He flicks another finger at the word on my shirt. "Be fucking grateful.”

“Me? You just let Hannah talk to me like I’m nothing.”

“You hold your own.”

“She’s telling everyone I’m as psychotic as you are.”

“You are.” His hold tight on my arm sends electricity flying through me as he presses me against his hot bare skin. He brings his lips to my ear. “Or did you forget pointing that fucking gun at me and pulling the trigger?” It’s hard to ignore that thing right against my stomach.

“You know why,” I remind him, trying to push him back but that hard bod doesn’t budge. “And you get off on it.” I can feel him pulsing against me. It goes with the rhythm of my heart, in unison like a fucked up song. “You’re sick, Mac.”

His hand comes to my throat in a tight grasp, heat exploding on my skin. It’s hard to speak, my voice croaking under his choke.

“What?” I push my words out. “You finally gonna kill me like you did Beau?”

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