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His thumb brushes my clit—bleeding fingers wrapped tight around the blade like he’s holding onto me with everything he has left.

“Dirty little slut,” Amanda spits. “Knew you’d like it messy.”

I lift my hips into him.

Not for Amanda. Not for Derek.

For Kade.

This is ours.

I choke on a sob as the pressure crests. Higher. Tighter.

Amanda’s still spewing some filth about me.

“Look at me, Payton.” Blood drips down the knife, slicking my entrance. “They don’t get to break us. Never.”

My breath stutters. I fall—

Into it.

Into him.

My cry breaks loose between clenched teeth.

I come—hard, shameless, unapologetic.

This isn’t surrender.

This is our fucking win.

The knife clatters.

Kade pulls away. Rips the mask off and tosses it aside.

He doesn’t look at me. Not once.

But Amanda does. She crouches to eye level, the snout stopping inches from my face.

“Admit it,” she purrs, brushing the hair from my eyes. “That was the best fuck of your life, huh? Brett never even got close. Then again, he never had to bleed for it.”

My breath hitches. Brett.

Only two people here would know.

Kristy and—

No, it can’t be.

I watched Ghostface stab her again and again. She was bleeding. There was so much blood.

She died saving me.

I choke on nothing. On every fucking thing.

“Lana?”

Chapter Twenty-Six