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And I can't afford that.

Not yet.

Because somewhere out there I know Less is looking for me.

And if there's one thing I've learned about the stubborn, overprotective man who owns my heart, it's this.

He always comes for me.

Even if it takes a little while.

Because no matter what happens, Less is mine and I am his.

Tears threaten to spill, but I force them back.

I still refuse to cry.

I'm too angry.

Too terrified.

Too determined.

Yeah, maybe I should've known something bad was waiting around the corner.

Maybe I should've expected it.

But no.

Fuck that.

I refuse to blame myself.

Not anymore.

What I have with Less is real.

And if I survive this—when I survive this—the first thing I'm going to do is tell him.

Everything.

No more fear.

No more hesitation.

No more waiting.

The barrel of the gun presses painfully against my ribs, and I swallow hard.

“Move it,” the angry voice snaps.

God.

This feels like a nightmare.

But the cold steel digging harder into my side is terrifyingly real.

Merciless.