RomaniI walked into my own kitchen and found Dexter's hands still on her."Get away from her," I said, my voice low.Keshera scrambled off the counter, pulling her shirt back into place, her face draining of color. "Romani, this isn't..""Don't."Dexter straightened slowly, his shirt still half open, his eyes locking onto mine with zero apology in them. "You knew I'd come.""I did.""You let me walk in here.""I did that too.""You set a trap for me," he said, his voice hardening. "Used her as the bait.""You took it anyway.""You son of a bitch."I crossed the kitchen fast, my fist connecting with his jaw before he could brace for it, the impact sending him stumbling back into the counter hard enough to crack the edge of the marble."Stop!" Keshera shouted, but neither of us listened.Dexter came back at me with a snarl, his shoulder driving into my chest, both of us crashing into the dining table, wood splintering beneath our combined weight. I felt my jaw partially shift, bone res
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