I was down on one knee before her friend could get to her. “Who the fuck are you?” the guy roared, coming at us, but I ignored him and pushed Zoe’s hair away from her face. “Are you okay? Baby, talk to me—you okay?” She grabbed my arm and lifted her head, her free hand covering her throat. “Yeah,” she gasped, her voice rough and barely audible. She cleared her throat and tried again. “Yeah, I’m okay. I’m fine.” I helped her up and her friend took over. The guy was still spewing shit, shouting and cursing, but I heard not a single word. My senses dulled and all I could focus on was this fucking
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