Page 49 of Savage Scream

“Crow. I’m busy. Make it quick.”

I roll my eyes. He’s probably busy fucking his girl.

“Things have escalated in the Kerr household. Cassie is being held against her will in the house by the older one, Adam. And Trav had a run in with someone’s fist, maybe the mum’s, because she found out that Dee is in town.”

“Bianca knows about Dee?” Griffin asks.

“That’s what Trav says.”

“Fuck. I need to call the Angels. Where’s Dee now?”

“She’s in her dance class.”

“Ok. Donotleave her side for anything.”

This is a given. I feel fucking antsy not having my eyes on her this very second, but also, the need to be near her, with her, is all-consuming.

“I mean, I won’t anyway, but does this mean I’m still working for you? Didn’t Dee make a new deal with you?”

Griffin chuckles. “Yeah, sure, there’s a new deal on the table, but it’s not relevant until she comes through on her end. So until then, stay on her. I don’t care what you have to do, but you need to be all over her like a rash.”

“I can do that.” I smirk, my mind wandering to last night and how I got to feel her silky skin. All of it. Inside and out.

“Good. I’ll have one of the guys drop a piece off for you later. You need to carry it everywhere you go,” he snaps and I frown.

“I can’t take a gun to school,” I state and he clucks.

“Keep it in your car when you’re on school grounds. Everywhere else, it better be on you. Got it?”

“Yeah, I got it. What do I tell Dee? She’s gonna know something is going on. She’s already suss about Travis.”

“She needs to know that Bianca Kerr knows she’s here. As for her brother, tell her that Travis is keeping his distance, so he doesn’t lead his crazy arse foster mum to her. Honestly, it’s probably what he’s doing.”

We end the call after that, and my heart fucking races with fear for my girl.

She’s a skilled assassin. I have no doubt she could hold her own, but not against a barrel pointed at her head. She’s not superhuman.

I push my worries down before I go back into the studio, and then climb the stairs just in time for the last few minutes of class.

I glance through the viewing window to see the girls dancing vigorously, almost like they are angry, arms swinging and punching, legs kicking, and their faces contorted in snarls.

“What are they doing?” I ask Caleb, and he stands from the hard plastic chair he was slouched in.

“Miss Adele has them getting their anger out today. She’s a top-notch teacher. This is going to help Rubes with her healing.”

I nod and lock onto my little dancing assassin. Her brown hair is tied back in a messy ponytail, her cheeks red, and her face contorted in anger.

I’d never realised until I started watching Dee dance that it could be helpful to her mental health. I thought all dancers did was put on those weird tutu things and twirl around, pointing their toes.

I was so fucking wrong.

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DEE

Dance class was… a lot. I’ve spent the day worrying about my brother, so much so that I felt like I was on the verge of going on a very public killing spree.

Thankfully, Miss Adele’s contemporary class was focused on releasing anger and emotion, and I forced myself to expel the enraged spiralling emotions that have consumed me all damn day.

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