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I roared in frustration, slamming my fist into the drywall, feeling it chip beneath my knuckles. The pain rushed into me, bringing me back to life, reminding me of what I was good for. I clenched and unclenched my jaw, pushing every single thought of Silas away, until only one thought was clear in my mind.

I really wanted a smoke.

SILAS

I had to get out of there.

If I stayed one more second, I was going to explode. As is, my dash was taking a beating from my fist—over, and over again I slammed my hands against it. I was livid. I wanted to destroy something, and right now, I could only hope my airbags didn’t deploy.

I couldn’t believe Noah went through this alone.

I couldn’t believe he’d been living this nightmare…alone.

My mind was still unsure of how to process what was happening. Noah had been raped. More than once. Recently. By his own father.

I didn’t have a father.

But even the man who donated his DNA to construct my existence hadn’t hurt me in such a way as Noah’s.

Then Noah went and placed another layer of stress on my shoulders. As much as I couldn’t stand Damian, I was the biggest advocate for telling him about this. As much as I hated to say it, I knew he had Noah’s best interests in mind. I wanted to tell him. But Noah wouldn’t let me.

Why? Was there something I was missing?

How was I supposed to even move forward with this secret?

I don’t, I think. I don’t move forward.

I’d remove the roadblock. I’d fix the fucking problem.

I would kill David Hansen, whether Noah wanted me to, or not.

Chapter thirty-four

Cycle

NOAH

Monday

School.

I didn’t see Delane at all. I wanted to.

My day bled into evening, and all I recalled was the need to sleep.

Tuesday

School.

Silas texted me.

Let me come pick you up today.

I ignored him.

Sleep.

Wednesday