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Her pupils dilate and relax within the blink of an eye.

“It won’t bring her back. It won’t fix this.”

I smile and glance at the loose strand of hair dangling next to her face, wondering if she can feel the ember slowly burning into a pyre deep within her. “No. But it’ll feel good. And you deserve revenge. So take it … Destroy his heart like he destroyed yours.”

She smiles and tucks her hair behind her ear. “Maybe you’re right. Maybe it’s about time I showed him how fiery I can be.”

Fuck. That’s it. That’s what I’m looking for.

I wink. “Atta girl. Now let’s finish our coffee before it gets cold.”

CHAPTER 6

Levi

Monthslater

Thirty yards.

Taking another drag, I lean sideways against the wall beside the giant doors to the school to have a better look at her.

Thirty fucking yards. That’s how close I can afford to get to her in public without sheer and utter destruction.

I take another drag.

A guy with eerily white hair walks up to her near the door to one of her classes, and the way she smiles at him makes my lip twitch.

But it’s her hand interlocked with his that makes the cigarette drop from my lips.

Who the hell is he?

And why does he have his fingers entwined with hers?

My fist balls as my feet instinctively begin to move, but a hand on my shoulder stops me.

“Watch yourself, bro.” Apollo smirks. “Don’t want you to lose an eye like your dad did.”

I jerk free of his grip. “Leave me the fuck alone.”

“I’m not gonna stop you. I’m just warning you.” He shrugs. “Don’t go near her. That’s just my advice.”

“Whatever.” I turn around and walk in the other direction just so I don’t have to look at them holding hands, frolicking through the hallways like they’re deeply in love.

Bullshit.

I’ve never seen that fucker before, which means she must’ve met him in the previous month.

How is she this close with someone else already?

“Let it go, let it goooooo,” Apollo begins to chant next to me, throwing a ball up and down.

“I swear to God, if you don’t shut up, I’m gonna punch you in the face with that ball.”

“Now that’s a challenge, accepted.” He chucks the ball at me and I catch it midair while it was on its way to my head.

He takes a few large steps back. “Go on, then.”

I take in a deep breath, spread my feet apart, and I catapult the ball back to him, letting out all my rage in this one throw. Yet he still catches it with ease.

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