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"Still gonna kill him.”

Penulis: Mayah Kevins
last update Terakhir Diperbarui: 2025-06-10 03:20:22

Caitlyn Clarke's pov

Let me go," I whisper, but my voice cracks halfway. "Or else..."

I don’t even know what I’m threatening him with.

The words spill out in this pathetic, breathy stammer that makes me want to smack myself.

Tick.

A fracture appears. Not on my skin, but inside. A clean split through the fortress I’ve spent years building.

Tick.

And he feels it.

Of course he does.

The bastard smiles—slow and smug—like he owns the panic laced beneath my ribcage. Like my fear belongs to him now.

I hate that he can read me.

Worse, I hate that he enjoys it.

Then he reluctantly lets me go.

And I bolt.

Full sprint. No pause. No backward glance.

My heart slams against my chest like it’s trying to break free. The world becomes a blur of noise and color, my soles slapping pavement, lungs threatening collapse.

I round the corner to my street, nearly trip over the curb, and slam through my front door with more force than necessary. I double over, clutching my knees as the air thins, my vision e
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