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I stare at him, searching his face.

The playful, charming man I've come to know is still there, but there's an edge to him now, a darkness I hadn't fully understood before.

I open my mouth to respond, but I realize... I don't know the answer.

I don’t know what the fuck I’m supposed to say to him.

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

Jolt

The silence in the room is deafening, broken only by the slow, steady drip of blood hitting the concrete floor.

Aggie stands motionless, her eyes fixed on Trevor's unconscious form.

The barbed wire wrapped around his body glints dully in the harsh overhead light, each point glistening with fresh crimson.

I watch her carefully, trying to gauge her reaction.

Her face is a mask, unreadable, but I can see the slight tremor in her hands, the rapid rise and fall of her chest as she struggles to keep her breathing steady.

"Ghost," I say softly, using the nickname that's become second nature. "You don't have to look at him."

She doesn't respond, doesn't even blink.

It's like she's trapped in some kind of trance, unable to tear her gaze away from the man who hurt her so badly.

I move closer, placing myself between her and Trevor.

My voice is low, intense, as I speak. "I'd do this a thousand times over for you, you know that? It doesn't matter who it is. Anyone who thinks they can touch what's mine, anyone who tries to hurt you—they're dead. No questions asked."

Aggie's eyes finally meet mine, a mix of emotions swirling in their emerald depths. "Jolt, I?—"

"It's my job to protect you," I continue, my hands coming up to cup her face. "But it's more than that. You're everything to me, Ghost. Everything. And this fucker? He never should have laid a finger on you."

A single tear escapes, rolling down her cheek.

I brush it away with my thumb, my touch gentle despite the violence that surrounds us.

"I don't know how to feel," Aggie whispers, her voice barely audible. "Part of me wants to run. But another part..."

I nod, understanding. "It's okay to feel conflicted. This isn't an easy thing."

She takes a shaky breath. "Is it wrong that part of me wants to see him suffer?"

"No," I say firmly. "After what he did to you? It's human. Natural."

Aggie's gaze drifts back to Trevor, and I can see the struggle playing out across her face.

The compassionate woman she's always been, fighting against the raw, primal need for vengeance.

I brush a strand of hair behind her ear, drawing her attention back to me. "Whatever you decide, I'm here. You say the word, and I'll end it. Or we walk away right now. It's your call, Ghost."

She's quiet for a long moment, her eyes searching mine.

Then, with a soft exhale, she makes her decision.

Widow's gruff voice cuts through the tension. "Any sick fuck who did that to you will do it to another. No doubt about it."

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