Blood blossomed warm against my tongue before the echo of her scream finished reverberating off the brick.She thrashed—weak, drunken swipes that barely skimmed my shoulders.Still, I pinned her wrists against the alley wall, breath flooding hot across her cheek.“Sh-sh it’s almost over,” I murmured, voice thick with the rush.Her pulse hammered wildly, terrified. I could taste the adrenaline, the heartbreak, the cheap vodka.I drank deeper. The alley spun, colors sharpening, senses igniting.Then—Footsteps.I froze.Not police—too light.Not Noah—her scent wasn’t on the wind.Someone else is leaving the club, laughing, heels clicking.I tore my mouth away, yanked Evie deeper into the shadows behind a stack of crates. She sagged, half-conscious, a thin moan escaping her parted lips.Too messy. Focus.I listened — the couple wandered past the alley mouth, oblivious, their laughter fading into the throb of bass. When the street settled again, I exhaled—slow, controlled.Evie’s head lol
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