My shoulder throbbed like hell. Blood soaked through my shirt, sticking the fabric to my skin as Alice’s car tore down the highway. My head felt heavy, but the anger throbbing in my chest kept me awake.I wasn’t dying here. Not by her hand.The city lights faded behind us, replaced by dark, empty roads. Alice didn’t speak, she just gripped the steering wheel tight, her knuckles white, her face locked in that cold, unreadable mask.“Where are we going?” I demanded, my voice rough.She didn’t answer. Typical.The silence stretched on, broken only by the hum of the engine. My shoulder burned with every bump in the road, but I forced myself to stay alert. If I passed out, I’d be at her mercy.And I knew better than anyone—Alice didn’t have much of that left.The car finally slowed, pulling off the main road onto a gravel path. Through the darkness, I spotted a small, worn-down house hidden deep in the countryside. No neighbors. No witnesses.Perfect place to disappear.My heart pounded ha
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