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“It’s that fucking prick Duncan Wolf!” He practically spit out the words, so intense was his disgust.
I had no idea what to do. He was right, of course. But what was I supposed to say? Was I supposed to tell him the truth, that it wasn’t only Duncan I was into, but all three of the Wolf brothers?
He took one more long pull from the bottle of booze, finishing it off and throwing it against the wall. It shattered, the glass spilling onto the ground. A scream of horror shot from my mouth.
“I should’ve known that you’d end up treating me this way. You know what? All this time I worried I wasn’t good enough for you. And now I know it’s the total opposite – that you’re not good enough for me!”
Adam stepped closer toward me, closing the distance.
“You know what you are, Dream? You’re nothing more than a disgusting little slut. I wouldn’t be surprised if you were fucking all the Wolf brothers.”
As soon as he said the word “slut”, my body moved into action on its own. My hand shot up and I brought it hard across his face. The sound of my skin against his filled the room with a sharp crack. When my hand fell back to my side, I couldn’t believe what I’d done.
Neither could Adam. He stood stunned, his eyes wide and his mouth slacked open. A red imprint was on his cheek where I’d hit him. I’d crossed a line, I realized. And there would be no more diffusing the situation.
“What…what the hell did you just do, Dream?” he asked. Adam was angry and hurt all at once. “You…hit me.”
“It’s what you deserved,” I said, venom in my words. “Not a chance in hell I’m going to stand here and let you talk to me like that. Get out of my room, Adam. Get out of my room and my life. I never want to see you again.”
But he didn’t move. Instead, he narrowed his eyes into those hateful little slits. I watched as his hand formed into a fist. And before I could even think of how to react, he slammed his hand into the wall. A low boom sounded out as his fist dug into the wall, his blow denting it and sending bits of plaster falling to the floor.
It was just like back in Chicago. And this time, I knew he wouldn’t stop himself from doing more.
“I’m going to make you very, very sorry you did that, Dream,” he said, a quiet menace to his voice, the scent of booze on his breath making me want to retch.
He took his fist from the wall and pulled it back.
But he didn’t have a chance to do anything else. The door to the bedroom flew open, Adam spinning around on his feet.
Someone had arrived.
Several someone’s.
