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She wants to play dead? Fine.

My hand shoots out, grabbing her jaw and forcing her to turn her face toward me.

“Fucking answer me,” I growl. “You want to hit me, humiliate me, destroy my car?”

I lean over the center console.

“I'll fucking show you what happens.” My voice drops to a murmur. “I'm done being nice.”

CHAPTER 20

Evren

Resistance - Skillet

The docks are deserted, a sea of neon reflecting across the dark river.

Towering cranes loom over endless rows of shipping containers while floodlights, holographic signs, and cargo ships bathe the waterfront in shifting shades of blue, red, and violet.

We'll be completely fucking alone. No one will bother me while I kill this bitch.

My nails dig into her cheeks hard enough to bruise.

She looks at me--Through me like I don't even exist.

I can't fucking believe her.

“You fucking brat,” I bark. “Answer me!”

I don't understand why she isn't saying anything.

It pisses me off.

Ten more seconds of this, and I'm going to slam her head into the dashboard just to make her fucking react.

Then she blinks, once, twice.

Her expression shifts from blank and distant to something that hardens into pure fury.

She still doesn't answer, she snaps.

She launches herself at me with a feral snarl, trying to bite my fucking face off.

I twist away just in time.

Her teeth snap shut inches from my cheekbone implant.

That vicious little bitch was aiming for my fucking implant.

Again.

I told her not to do that, she probably understood this is my weak point.

“You fucking bitch!” I shout. “Now you're fucking done, Riven!”

“I'll kill you!” she screams back, clawing for the implant with those fucking nails.

She wants to rip it out.