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“I think he was just surprised.”

“Surprised? Why the fuck would he be surprised? It wasn’t like you were gone forever. I always knew you’d come back to me.”

I don’t say anything else. Warren is angry, his mood deteriorating by the second.

We grab everything we need to make breakfast and join the line. The cashier smiles at Warren, her cheeks flushing as she blatantly checks him out. There was a time when I’d feel a pinch of jealousy, but now all I feel is numb. I wish she’d flirt with him, bat her eyelashes and try to catch his attention. But Warren only has eyes for me as we load our groceries onto the conveyor belt.

“Did you find everything you were looking for?” she asks Warren.

“Yeah,” he says, not taking his eyes off me. “I found it.”

The knot in my stomach tightens at the double meaning.

“Okay, all done. That’s twenty-one dollars and ten cents.”

Warren pulls some bills from his wallet and hands them to her. “Baby, pack the shit,” he says, a little too forcefully for being in public.

The cashier notices and shoots me an apologetic smile.

We leave the store in a hurry. Warren’s grip on my hand is too tight, his pace too quick. I stumble alongside him, trying to keep up.

By the time we’re in his car, the air is so thick I struggle to breathe.

“What is it?” I ask quietly. “What’s wrong, babe?”

His hands come down hard on the steering wheel, making me flinch.

A beat passes. And another. The air turns even thicker as we sit in silence.

Warren’s mood is dark, like a black thundercloud circling overhead.

“Warr—"

“Shut up,” he says. “JUST SHUT THE FUCK UP.”

I press myself against the seat, trying to disappear.

Time seems to roll by slowly, every minute longer than the last. Eventually, Warren jams the key in the ignition and fires up the engine. The backfire of his rust bucket of a car reverberates through me, but still I say nothing.

“Jagger thinks he’s so fucking smug,” he mutters to himself. “I’ll show him. I’ll fucking show him.”

My body trembles at his tone. He isn’t angry… he’s furious. It bleeds from him, poisoning everything around him.

And I know it’s only time before I’ll be infected too.

Chapter Four

Conner

An incessant ringing drags me from the darkness. Aside from the irritating noise, the only thing I notice is the pounding of my head.

What the fuck hap—fuuuuck.

I sit up so fast that the room spins and my stomach turns over. Throwing the covers off, I fly out of the room and land on my knees as I hug the toilet bowl and empty what little I have in my stomach.

She's gone.

She's fucking gone, and that motherfucker has her.

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