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Cade takes him by the throat and pins him up against the wall. I can't see his eyes, but I've got experience with just how dark and crazy they probably look right now.

The guy against the wall looks about ten seconds away from pissing his pants.

"Cade, stop it. Let him go. It was your fault," Mia begs, pulling at Cade's forearm in a futile attempt to make him stop.

"My fault?" he balks. "That guy plowed straight into you."

"Because you put me in his way."

"He fucking touched you."

Cade's grip on the guy's throat must get tighter, because his eyes widen in fear.

"Go to class, Mia."

"No, I won't let you—"

"I said go to fucking class."

"But—" she argues, clearly wanting to help the guy out, but I fear he's already in too deep.

"Go to fucking class before you end up next to this cunt," he spits in her face.

I'm up before my brain has caught up with my body.

"Let's go to class,"

I say to her, wrapping my hand around her upper arm.

She startles at my contact, her head twisting to look up at me, but I keep my eyes firmly on Cade and a scowl on my lips.

"Bex, we can't just—"

"Mia," I drop my voice, pleading with her just to go into the classroom.

"Fine, fine. But if you hurt him…" she warns, narrowing her eyes in Cade's direction.

"You'll what, babe? Hold out on me?" He laughs like a man possessed as the guy in his hold whimpers in fear.

"Come on," I whisper before gently pushing her toward the door.

"Bex, we can't just—"

"We can. Nothing we say will stop whatever Cade has in his head right now."

"But—"

"Mia, you can't save everyone. Especially when the devil is involved."

"This is all my fault," she cries, dropping down into a chair I direct her to and putting her head into her hands.

"No, it's Cade's. He caused it."

"Y-you were watching?"

"I was waiting for you."

"Bex, you can't—"

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