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“I like to be prepared.”

With a hint of a smirk, she teased, “Anything else you got back there?”

“Just more weapons.”

“Those will come in handy.”

“So not only are you a speed racer but you’re also G.I. Jane? Where did you learn that?”

She actually smirked that time. “I have moves you’ve never seen.”

I held back a smile, and she nodded toward the woods.

“Why do I feel like this might be a trap?”

“Trust me, Luke. If this were a trap, you’d already be dead. Come on.”

I hated that I had no choice but to trust her. I followed her close, still ready to kill. We made our way through the woods in silence. Mostly because I was trying to focus on what was in front of me. It was as dark as shit out, and the only light cast off the full moon in the night sky.

My hands fisted at my sides. Traitorous waves of anger rolled off me, witnessing the woman I didn’t know at all.

She’s the female version of me.

It had been over decades of solitude. It was a never-ending stream of emptiness.

I could feel her love for me.

I could feel my love for her.

But mostly, I could also feel my hatred for her.

It was loud.

Disastrous.

Chaotic.

It would take everything around us with it, like a tornado around in circles. It elicited feelings I never thought were possible, emotions no one should ever have to experience.

It cluttered my mind.

My heart.

My soul? Did I even have a soul?

The silence between us was deafening, and I’d be lying if I said I didn’t contemplate that this walk could be a one-way ticket to my own execution. We walked for probably a mile, and neither one of us said a word when finally, a house came into view.

There was no way of getting back here unless you walked and knew where you were going.

“Sloan, I’m gonna need you to tell me where the fuck we are?”

She turned to face me. “We’re at?—”

Big.

Bright.

Blinding spotlights shone out of nowhere.

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