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The Saet her to call for help—”

“No…”

The Samaritan moved a few more precious inches closer

Perfect

Siht around the neck, closing off his airway “I can’t let you call for her at all”

The fear ca of theof his heart

“Don’t worry,” Si to kill you”

“Simon?” Dee’s worried voice as she rapped on the door “Everything okay?” The rusty door began to inch open

“Fine!” He yelled back “Be right there”

The door froze

He stared into his prey’s eyes “I won’t kill you,” he repeated again because the guy had really only wanted to help

And that was exactly what he’d do

Threein a bathroom stall The cleaner stall The one that didn’t have feces floating in the toilet

Dee still waited outside for hi to brush past her

“No, you’re hurt Let me help you—”

He shook his head “Flesh wound, just like yours” The scent of her blood hung in the air between theh, not now

She braced her legs and cocked her chin “Let me see it”

This part, he’d expected Dee Daniels was one stubborn woman He lifted his shirt Twisted a bit, and showed her the long gash on his lower left side

Not really ahis claws

He and Dee were sure going to have to talk soon No ould he be able to keep hiding his true self from her

Just wanted her to trustto earn and so easy to lose One word One wrong es inside,” she said “Let rim nod If that hat she wanted “Only if we do the same to you” They’d have to hurry Simon didn’t want to risk any th had fully returned

Dee turned away froed her arlanced back at him “Simon?”