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Dylan’s head jerks to the side and his eyes focus on me, he smiles… “Genevieve?”
He glances from me toward Jonas and then his gaze stops on Julia. “What’s going on?”
“I’ll explain later.” I won’t. As soon as we get them back to the living world, I will be wiping their memory of this night, completely.
Jonas’s chain still in my grip, I reach for Dylan’s hand. He smiles as soon as I touch him and then he yanks me forward.
He wraps me in a hug and his lips go to my neck.
“Okay, we’re not doing that.” But when I try to push him away, his hand reaches up, wraps around my throat and he drags me forward to kiss me.
“Dylan, stop!”
Jonas helps me before Dylan actually manages it and he steps back shaking his head like one of us just slapped him in the face.
And then his gaze narrows on where Jonas’s hand rests on my arm.
“Don’t touch her.” He says, lowly, and Jonas does let go of me.
“Dude. You need to take a deep breath and just… relax okay?”
“Relax?” Dylan stalks forward and gets up in Jonas’s face.
I don’t actually know how he manages it with their height difference.
“She’s not yours.” Dylan grabs Jonas’s head and wrenches, tearing it clean off.
“Holy shit.” I flinch back, but Jonas is fine.
Between one blink and the next, his head is back where it was and turns to me, whispering “What the fuck?”
Dylan looks at his empty hands, lips curled in an unheard snarl.
“You can’t kill a soul that’s already in hell…” Julia says, quietly, and then, she moves close. “I don’t know if we should bring that one back.”
“I have to fix what I did.”
She looks at me with a concern I’m not used to from her. “Do you?”
Dylan grabs me by the shoulders and glares at me. “Are you fucking him?”
“What? No.”
“Good.” He jerks me against him again, kissing me with a… violence I didn’t expect.
It takes me a moment to process what’s actually happen and I shove at his chest and he doesn’t let me go. So when he tries to press his tongue into my mouth, I bite it. Hard. And he’s the one who shoves me away.
I go sprawling backward, hitting the ground with an ugly thud and a puff of yellow dust.
“What the fuck, Genevieve?” Dylan yells at me as he wipes his mouth—as if his tongue was bleeding.
“I could ask you the same.”
There’s no way to go back to what our friendship was. This version of him will always be there, a memory I can’t—I won’t erase.
Jonas helps me up and I glance at Julia, floating close, but watching—waiting.
“I spentmonthsdoing all the stupid things you like, learning things no one cares about,” he says. “I think my time is up.”
