Instead of cowering away, I force myself to walk the eight or so feet toward the door as Benji ushers the woman away without so much as glancing back at me. Stopping at the threshold of the door where Easton leans against the jamb, I turn my head as the landmine goes off. Boom. Even if the scenario’s imagined, this pain is the worst I’ve ever felt in my twenty-three years on earth. His gaze travels from the tip of my sweaty forehead to my throbbing pinched toes before he turns and begins striding away. “You’re not going to say a word to me?” I call to his back. Easton stops before whipping his
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