She pulled out a knife from somewhere and pressed the side of the blade into my neck. Jesus. She must be fun in bed. I grinned. “You won’t hurt me.” “And why not?” “Because we’re friends.” “You don’t know the meaning of the word!” she snapped. “You don’t care about me!” “I would kill for you,” I shot back, getting in her face. The incredulous look on her face, like she didn’t know if she should be touched or laughing, mimicked exactly what was happening in my head right now. Yes. It kind of just came out, but I thought it was true. At one time, I would’ve killed for Michael, Kai, and Will. I
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