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Deadeye hauls Snake to his feet. “You want to question him?”

I shake my head.

“Not tonight.”

“Cops?”

“No,” I say flat. “Not yet.”

We leave the shack behind, burning it to ash as we go.

Let that be the first warning.

They laid hands on what’s mine.

And I’ll tear this town apart if they try it again.

Cassie doesn’t speak on the ride back. She clings to me the whole way, arms wrapped tight, face buried in my back.

She doesn’t have to say a word.

I already know.

She’s mine.

And from now on, I don’t care what it costs—

I’m not letting her out of my sight again.

Chapter 10

Cassie

Nobody said a word the whole ride home. Not me, not him, not the roar of the engine beneath us. Just silence, heavy and wrapped in the kind of tension that gets into your blood and stays there.

I kept my face pressed to his back, hands gripping his cut like if I let go, I’d disappear. I could still feel the duct tape burning my wrists. Still hear Snake’s laugh, Patch-Eye’s voice in my ear. But mostly, I heard him.

I’ve got you.

That’s what he said when he found me. That’s what I keep replaying, over and over.

The cabin is quiet now, lit only by a single lamp in the corner. I showered as soon as we got in. Hot water, sharp soap, standing there until my skin felt scrubbed raw and real. Now I’m wrappedin one of Holt’s thick black towels, sitting on the edge of his bed, toes brushing the rug.

He hasn’t said much since we walked through the door. He’s giving me space. Probably thinks I need it.

He’s not wrong. I just don’t want it from him.

I watch him across the room. He’s got one hand braced on the countertop, his shoulders bowed like he’s holding up the roof. The muscle in his jaw ticks once. Twice.

“I’m okay,” I say softly.

His head lifts. Those gray eyes find mine, and I feel the air change between us.

“You shouldn’t have had to be,” he says.

He walks over slowly, like he’s afraid I’ll flinch. I don’t. I meet him halfway, rising to my feet even though I’m still damp, still chilled.

His palm cups my cheek. Rough. Warm. Steady.

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