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“Please.”

“Get away from me!” His voice tears through the room like a thunderclap, and I flinch at his sudden ferocity. “I don’t want you here! Get. Away. From. Me!”

Stumbling back, I rest a trembling hand across my chest, struggling to breathe as I stare across the room at this wrecked man.

My caveman.

Who won’t let me reach him right now.

I want to stay.

I want to see this through.

But my gut is telling me that it will only make it worse.

He’s feral, and I need to go.

Just go.

I can’t leave him!

Go, Nylah. Just go.

Pressing the back of my hand against my mouth, I fight the sobs shaking my belly and turn for the door. Tears spill down my cheeks as I wrench it open, and I’m seriously not sure how I’ll ever get them to stop.

CHAPTER50

CARSON

Nylah walking out of my bedroom in tears is haunting me.

Her pitiful whimper runs on repeat in my mind, and no matter how much fucking alcohol I down, I can’t seem to get her out of my head. The music blaring at this party isn’t working. I keep asking them to turn it up, but it won’t drown out her whimper.

Fuck. I need to drown it out.

I can’t hear her anymore.

I can’t watch her falling onto my bedroom floor.

I can feel her delicate face against the backs of my fingers.

I hit her.

I fuckinghither!

“Carson.” Someone slaps my cheek, but I can’t open my eyes.

My head weighs a ton. My eyelids have been glued shut. Who the fuck would do that to me? Assholes.

“Carson!” The hand slaps my cheek a little harder, and I manage a soft groan.

“Well, at least he’s alive.”

“Shit,” someone huffs. “Help me get him up.”

“What’s he had?”

“I-I don’t know. Did you…? Hi…”

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