His hand cupped the bruised side of my face, his words hard, sliced with sharp edges. “Rabbit, listen to me. You and me are going to hunt every last one of them and make them regret they were ever fucking born.” He made a dark sound in the back of his throat and his dark eyes bore into mine with that promise. A shiver ran through me, and my breath finally calmed. I should’ve been freaked out by the murder written across his face, but I fucking wasn’t. I wanted them to pay. I wanted them to feel the fear that tortured me, and relief filled me knowing not only was I going to get to hunt down the
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