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Horror. Rage and betrayal.
All at fucking once.
My pulse spikes instantly.
Dagger doesn’t answer.
He just storms out of the shower so suddenly water sprays across the bathroom floor while he grips the tracker hard enough his knuckles turn white.
“Dagger!”
He yanks a towel off the rack violently and disappears into the hallway dripping blood and water everywhere.
My heart starts pounding.
Fast.
Wrong.
Panic crawls instantly up my spine while I stumble after him grabbing another towel around myself.
“Dagger what the fuck is happening?”
Chapter eighteen
Chapter Fifteen
Blair
Dagger storms out of the bathroom like something in him finally snapped loose.
One second he’s standing beneath the shower spray with me, bleeding and bruised and still somehow more worried about me than the bullet wound in his arm, and the next he’s moving through the apartment with that tiny black thing clenched between his fingers.
The tracker.
My brain keeps repeating the word like maybe if it says it enough times, it’ll start making sense.
Tracker.
Inside me.
Inside my body.
No.
Absolutely not.
My stomach twists so violently I almost double over, but Dagger doesn’t stop. He doesn’t even look back. Water drips off his naked body onto the polished concrete in a scattered trail, blood thinning pink down his wounded arm, his whole frame rigid with a kind of rage I’ve never seen from him before.
And I’ve seen Dagger angry.
I’ve seen him jealous.
Possessive.
Violent.
I’ve watched him become something dark and terrifying over me more than once.
