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And I would. Whatever it took.

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“Where were you?”I asked, sitting up in bed. I’d tossed and turned all damn night, my dreams too fucked up and vivid to really get any meaningful rest. In them, I just kept seeing Sirena fighting off her attacker.

A fucking rabbit.

Asylum and I had a lot to talk about.

“Out,” he muttered, flopping down in bed, his hand bandaged.

“Where?” I demanded. “You fucking know Mirage—”

“I know,” he snapped, looking at me with tired blue eyes. “Bryce was a fuck-up. Shit is compromised now.”

“Listen. I want to go home, and I can’t do that if I’m keeping secrets—”

“For her, you will keep every fucking secret told. Don’t run off and tell things so bold. If you want to go home, it’s important to keep silent. If you open your mouth too quickly, things could get rather violent.” He raised a dark brow at me. “Again.”

I gave him a look of disgust. “So when?”

“In time. Until then, just play the game.”

I shook my head and laid back down. Staring up at my ceiling, I let out a sigh. I was sick of games. It felt like I’d been playing them my entire life. More often than not, I also seemed to be the biggest fucking loser.

“Will Bryce be OK?”

“He will. Eventually. She is who I worry for.” His bed creaked as he lay back in it.

“What do you know?”

“Not as much as I’d like,” he answered, his voice soft. “I’m. . . in shock. I suppose that’s the best way to say it. I’m hurting.”

I swallowed thickly. “Me too.”

“I was there, Sinclair. I was the one to push inside her body the first time. I felt her pain. Her terror. Her fear. The knowledge that we couldn’t stop it. That if we tried, it would only get worse.And it was me.” He let out a soft snarl. “It was me doing that to her. I don’t fucking rape women. I did my best that night with her to keep the monsters from seeing her. I tried so fucking hard to keep her dignity. Imagine it being someone else doing this to her. Then, for him to mutilate her? Beat her? Fuck.” His voice cracked. “This will not go unpunished. We will find who did this, and he will pay for his sins in blood.”

“He will suffer a long and slow death,” I whispered.

“He is just the beginning,” Asylum murmured. “No one fucking tries to tear the wings off of my firefly.Fucking no one.”

He didn’t need to elaborate. I was there. I’d seen his reaction to it. I could hear it in his voice.

But he wouldn’t be the only one bringing retribution.

I wouldn’t stop until I found who did this to her.

Then. . .

Well, I’d probably end up committed for the rest of my life, but she was worth it. She was worth everything. I’d do whatever I had to if it meant saving her.

Now that I could see that, there would be no stopping me.

CHURCH

Icouldn’t sleep.

Instead, I stayed awake at her side, trying to not lose my mind. All I could see, though, was red. My fury was beginning to take over. Shit would get bad if I let go.

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