Maybe if I hadn’t been so openly wanton, he wouldn’t have taken me to that bar, and I wouldn’t have been attacked. Maybe if he hadn’t left you alone, you wouldn’t have been. My phone rings again, that same number popping up. Against my better judgment, I answer, hitting the speaker button with my pinky as the rest of my body starts to feel like it’s taking on water. “Where the fuck are you?” Kal’s voice is cold, hard steel, hurled at me like a lightning bolt. A lazy smile works over my lips. “Wouldn’t you like to know?” “I’m not in the habit of asking questions I don’t want the answer to,” he
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