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“You aren’t leaving. If you want to try, we can make our way down to the police station and finish our discussion there,” he growls.
I grab his arm, the fabric of his jacket rough against my fingers. I feel like a mess, look like a mess, but I refuse to break down.
I push his hand aside, and his jaw clenches, his body stiffening. He could handle me effortlessly, but he won’t. Even though my father is dead, I’m still the governor’s daughter. I don’t think he realizes how easily I could take him down.
“You could try, but the man you’re chasing isn’t me. Unfortunately, I’m possibly more dangerous than he is,” I say quietly.
His eyes widen, and I step past his arm, glancing over my shoulder at my mom. “I can’t be here. I’ll call you later.”
Her eyes grow glossy with unshed tears. “But, your father…” she whispers.
My insides tighten. “We both know the type of man he was. The world is better off without him,” I mumble before walking out.
Both numb and overly emotional.
I know it was the slasher that did this, and I feel like I’m slipping into a place I will never come back from if I cross this threshold.
I’m grateful to him for killing my father.
And my heart flutters in my chest, knowing he did it for me.
I feel sick and twisted over what I’m starting to realize is happening.
I’m developing feelings for the masked man.
Me:Are you home?
Reign:Where are you?
I bite my lip, typing out my reply.
Me:Outside.
I fold my arms across my chest. It’s late morning, and I foolishly walked across town in my bloody, damp clothes. I look like a fucking mess, but I had to get out of there, and I didn’t even have time to find George.
So I just ran.
And now I’m here, and I don’t even really know why I’m here, but I am.
The front door opens, and Reign looks like he just rolled out of bed. He’s shirtless, his ripped, tattooed abdomen looking magnificent, a painting you can’t help but stare at. I clench my knees together as I stand on the sidewalk, the fall breeze cooling my heated skin.
“What the hell are you doing?” he asks with squinted eyes, and then it’s as if he’s seeing me for the first time, and his eyes widen. He glances down the street before stepping down the porch, grabbing onto me and hauling me inside.
“What the fuck are you doing? Whose blood is that?” he asks.
I glance down at my sleeve, still not sure where the blood came from. Did I end up in the shower and I didn’t realize it?
Maybe I’m hallucinating the entire thing.
“My father’s,” I whisper.
The back door opens, and I can hear grumbling, followed by the familiar cough after smoking weed. Kyler turns the corner, Creed hot on his heels. They both notice me, stopping in their steps.
A frown covers Kyler’s face, and he immediately makes his way toward me. “What’s going on, Lake?” he asks.
“Whose blood is on you?” Creed growls, grabbing my arm.
I glance up at them, inspecting them, trying to read them.
