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Boom!

Boom!

“Hunter.” She rises to her feet. “Calm down.”

She knows something terrible is about to happen.

“Fuck, no. You did. There can’t be a way around it.” My blood erupts with hatred.

Boom!

Boom!

Boom!

Something in me snaps. My heart couldn’t pound harder or faster than it is now. It’s taking everything in me to hold myself back from going batshit crazy on him.

“Hunter, you’re scaring me.” She backs away from the bar.

“It was unplanned?” My hands tingle with the idea of strangling him.

“Yes. I told you that.” She takes another step back.

“You were in a vacant house?” I pray to God I don’t kill him.

“Yes.” One word, full of terror.

My body grows ten times bigger than normal. “You fucked him more than once?”

“Where are you going with this?” She brings her balled-up hands to her mouth and braces herself.

“Condoms.”

She swallows. “What about them?”

“Unless either of you had them with you, there were no goddamn fucking condoms.” I don’t even recognize myself.

She detects the demonic tremor in my voice. She freezes. Her eyes widen in horror when she sees I want her to answer.

“No, we didn’t have any.” Her words come out destroyed.

I’m over the bar before I realize I’ve moved. Bottles fly and glasses shatter as they slam into the floor.

The room disappears and all I see is me killing him—my hands around his neck and him hurting as much as I am. Things are about to take a devastating turn and I can’t stop myself.

She screams, “Hunter! Stop! Please, don’t hurt him!”

The front door flies open and slams against the wall—chunks of drywall fragment throughout the air.

“He’s a dead man. I’m going to fucking kill him.”

CHAPTER 25

JAMISON

Dori’s shrill scream through my phone line is something straight out of a horror film. I can’t make out what she’s yelling about, but whatever it is, she’s terrified. It’s bone-chilling.

“Dori, stop. I can’t understand a word you’re saying.” I step out of the line I’m waiting in to find somewhere I can talk to her.

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