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No.
Dagger grabs Noir by the front of his shirt and drives him back into the balcony railing with a metallic crack that makes my whole body flinch.
“What the fuck is this?”
His voice is low.
Too low.
Noir’s cigarette stays between his fingers.
He doesn’t fight back.
Doesn’t even look scared.
He looks at the tracker, then at Dagger.
Then his mouth curves.
Barely.
Tiny little smirk.
My knees almost give out.
Dagger sees it too.
His face changes.
“You motherfucker.”
Noir exhales smoke slowly to the side like he has all the time in the world.
Like Dagger isn’t one wrong breath away from tearing his throat out.
“Careful.”
“Careful?” Dagger shoves him harder into the railing. “You put this in her.”
The words hit me differently out loud.
Violently.
Like hearing it spoken makes it real in a way the object itself didn’t.
You put this in her.
My hand drops to my stomach, even though that makes no sense. It wasn’t there. Not anymore. Dagger already pulled it out, but my skin still crawls like it’s inside me somewhere. Like all of him is.
Every touch.
Every kiss.
Every whisper.
Every single second I thought he wanted me.
My throat burns.
