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And I follow.
“Stop now and I won’t blow your brains all over this fucking rest stop, dropout!” I scream as I barrel toward the trees.
“Fuck you!” she yells back. She sounds so far away now, which means she’s clearing ground faster than I can. I guess it makes sense. She’s running for her life, and girls are so much faster when something that important is at stake.
Warm heat fills my head, and I know it’s Tobin. He loves to run—to chase—but he likes to catch even more. And when he catches, he does something I can’t. He fucks.
Now that I think about it, that isn’t such a bad idea. If I catch her, she’s dead. She’s pissed me off, and I won’t be able to stop myself from wrapping my hands around her throat and pressing down until she goes limp. If I let Tobin take over, she might wish for death while he’s on top of her, but she’ll still be alive.
And sellable.
* * *
Tobin
It takes me a moment to gather my bearings as I run through the woods, but the pounding footsteps somewhere in the distance tell me everything I need to know.
She chose to run.
Kane knows he doesn’t have the control to stop himself from killing her if he catches her. He also knows the catching and subsequent fucking are right up my alley. That’s why he’s put me in the driver’s seat. That’s why I’m weaving through trees and pushing past the limits of my body as I chase her down.
A sharp pain rips through my side with each breath I take. Sweat collects on my forehead and sears my eyes as it drifts past my lashes. But I don’t stop. I keep running.
I catch glimpses of her in the distance, her auburn hair gripping shreds of moonlight and casting it back at me. By the way she’s beginning to slow, I know she’s feeling just as exhausted as I am.
“When I’ve finished hunting you like the filthy pig you are, I’m going to take your little cunt, do you hear me?” I let my threat wrap around her as the gap between us closes.
She lets out a shriek and stumbles into a spindly tree trunk. Her body bounces off the bark, but she doesn’t stop. After a few flailing steps, she finds her feet and pushes onward. The jean skirt has ridden up her waist, giving me a peek of each pale cheek with every step she takes. Like a kick to the side, each glimpse of my prize spurs me forward.
“I can run longer than you because I want it more! Just give up now!” I yell toward her, though I don’t need to yell. I’m close enough to see the way her sweat has collected on her back and darkened her shirt.
“Just let me go!”
Absolutely not.
She ducks under a low-hanging branch and cuts right. I realize what she’s done too late. She’s taken a path through the woods that’s too narrow to accommodate my larger size. She’s small enough to squeeze through the brambles and vines, but I’ll get tangled if I try to follow.
I do the only thing I can and continue tracking her diagonally. I’m still in a mostly open area, so her little plan has put more distance between us, but it’s also slowing her down.
I slow to a jog as she struggles through a thick patch of growth. I can hear each strangled breath from her exhausted lungs. Soon, I’ll taste her fear.
“You’ll wish you were dead when I finish with you! You’ll wish he hadn’t let me out to play!” I shout.
“He?” she screams over her shoulder. “You’re such a fucking freak!”
“I’m not a freak,” I say beneath ragged breaths.
She’s lucky Kane isn’t out to hear that word fall from her lips. He’d snap her neck for it. We’ve spent our whole lives being called names. Freaks. Weirdos. Anything you’d call someone you don’t understand. Someone different. That word preceded Kane’s first murder. That word started it all.
And once I catch her, she’ll regret that word.
Chapter Ten
Aurora
My heart beats like a drum in my chest. The rhythm increases until I worry it might burst through my skin. Air sears my throat with each breath and my legs have grown weak, but I can’t stop. If he catches me, I’m probably dead.
“Whore,” he calls from impossibly close behind. I’m surprised he hasn’t reached out and grabbed me. It’s hard to ignore the urge to turn and see just how close he is, but I have to keep running. Looking behind would mean slowing down, which would mean giving him the fraction of an inch he needs to catch me.
