I killed without thinking much about it. It was always so much easier going up than coming down. Maybe he had. He gave me wide eyes.
Jean-Claude had had to ease me through it the first few times. I yelled to Micah and Nathaniel, Take Ronnie's car and go home. Know what, ma petite? Damian gave a particularly violent movement, bucking me up off the floor, slamming me back down only after I felt, rather than saw the other two men, force him back down. No, no, he said and stalked toward me, his anger starting to rise in a warm prickling wash.
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