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Oh shit.
He’s not breathing.
“You fucker!” Chase roars, staring at me. “You littlefucker!”
He storms toward me as I shake my head and lance my eyes into him.
“Stay the fuck back, Chase,” I hiss. “I’m warning you.”
“You’re a dead man, Drakos.”
No,youare if you touch me.
He hits me like a freight train, toppling me over the back of the couch and sending us both crashing into the bar cart. The thing tips over, and I flinch when the over-proof bottles of booze go crashing into the fireplace and suddenly ignite.
Liquid flame belches out across the room, setting the curtains and the rug on fire. Chase bellows, slamming into me again and sending me crashing into the wall.
I blink, stars exploding in my head and behind my eyes. I’m aware of Chase pulling away from me, but my vision is still blurred.
"I should call the cops.”
I go still as my eyes begin to focus.
Shit.
Chase is standing a few feet away, a gun in his hand leveled right at me. His lips pull back in a thin smile.
“You’ve got the reputation, psycho,” he growls. “And I’m sure at least one camera or person saw you slinking in here tonight.”
My gaze locks onto the gun.
“This little baby might not be technically allowed on campus. But I’ve got a clean title for it, and a concealed carry permit for the state. And you breaking in here and killing my friend isdefinitelyself-defense.”
“Coward,” I hiss.
He just grins wider. “Oh, and just so you know, I’ll be sure to tell Dahlia that the diary was you while my cock is buried balls-deep in her ass.”
My lips curl into a snarl as Chase draws the hammer back on the gun.
Then he pulls the trigger.
I flinch, but the fact that no sound leaves the gun and the fact that I’m not bleeding out of a fresh new hole in my chest tells me it’s misfired.
I don’t even give Chase a millisecond to think about that before I’m charging him. I slam into him, ignoring the pain that radiates through my hand and up my arm as we crash to the floor. I grab for the gun, but he doesn’t let go, the both of us twisting and kneeing and snarling at each other as we grapple with the gun in a frenzied tangle.
And then suddenly, the trigger gets squeezed again.
…This time, there’s no misfire.
I don’t honestly know whose finger sets it off. But suddenly, sitting astride Chase’s chest, I realize he’s not fighting me anymore.
The gun barrel is jammed against a gaping hole in his throat, half covered by his hoodie. Blood pools under his head from the exit wound. And it’s alotof blood…
It’s then that I realize, his eyes wide and his face pale and devoid of any flush as the blood drains out of him, that Chase is dead.
I also realize that half the room is on fire.
I stand, my breath coming fast and hard. My blood thuds as I deftly wipe the gun down, erasing any fingerprints before I toss it into the fire. I cradle my hand against my chest and whirl for the door.
