264|The Beauty Of The Internet

With the room still spinning around him, a dazed Austin sat up, genuinely surprised to find the back of his head dry. He expected it to be oozing with blood, believing he'd rammed it into the corner of the end table when Blake tackled him to the floor.

Relieved he wouldn't have to seek Piper's services tonight, Austin gingerly stood up and began assessing the clusterfuck they were in.

When his eyes fell on Sloane's body slumped over the dining table, his blood pooling underneath his face, the rage in Austin's heart swirled like a category 5 tornado, ready to touchdown and destroy everything in its path.

"Hadley, what did you do?" he whispered, his bitter disappointment as tangible as the smell of gunpowder permeating the room. "What the hell did you?"

"I took care of business," Hadley murmured, placing Blake's Glock on the dining table, a vacant expression in her eyes as she resumed her seat.

Austin blindly crossed the room and yanked her by her neck, thundering at her. "You took care