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“Safe From What?”

The words are harsh My throat feels ragged and raw

The sound of s both men’s attention back tous who-the-fuck-knohere at a speed that oddamn race car driver

Marcus’s face hardens as he stares atinto a line, and I realize with a sudden tightening ofto tell me

Even now, after every fucking thing

He’s not going to tell me the truth

“You son of a bitch!”

I launch myself toward hi vehicle, heedless of the fact that le numbly I may only have one hand, but that’s all I need to scratch his fucking eyes out

Marcus jerks away, and Theo wraps an ar me backward until I’m sprawled aardly on his lap I elbow hiainstpowerful and uncontrollable rises up in me

“You lied!” I screa one-handed to try to reach the front seat “You fucking lied toWho the fuck are you?”

Anger cascades throughoil I’m furious at Marcus—at all of them—but I’m just as pissed at myself

How could I have been so godda when Marcus touched e connection to all three of thes override every scrap of coht

And now I’ the price for it

The hot, buzzing feeling inside er, building up inside ainst ht explode

I can’t contain it