He hooks his arm around my neck—I twist, slamming him down onto the concrete.
He wheezes, flipping over, kicking my knee.
We separate.
Breathing hard.Bleeding.Stalking each other.
Darkness flickers again.
“So angry,” Greene muses.“So predictable.”
“You almost killed her,” I growl.
“No,” he corrects gently, “I did kill something, just not her.I did what you did to me, I killedyour future.”
A sound tears out of me, something raw, something animal.
He smirks.“Even when she didn’t remember you, I could see it.The way she looked at you.The way you looked at her.Pathetic.”
I charge him.
He ducks.
We crash into the wall.Fists.Elbows.Knees.Blood.Concrete.Rage.
“Ledger,” he whispers, lips splitting into a grin, “you’re bleeding.”
“So are you.”
“Maybe.”He wipes his mouth.“Maybe not enough.”
He lunges again, and we go down hard.He grabs my shirt, yanking me close enough to smell the metallic stink of his breath.
“She screams pretty,” he hisses.“Kelly cried out when I approached her car, metal crunched all around her.”
Something snaps inside me.Not breaks.Not cracks.
SNAPS.
I flip him with a guttural roar, slam him onto the ground, straddle his torso, and punch.
Once.
Twice.
A third time.
His head whips back, blood splattering.
“DON’T YOU EVER SAY HER NAME!”I shout, voice ripping from my throat.
More footsteps.Shouts.Kings yelling down the hall.But I can’t comprehend them.I only hear Greene’s chuckle.Even with his face swelling, blood bubbling from his nose, he grins up at me.
“You’re not going to kill me,” he wheezes.
“Try me.”
“No,” he rasps.“Because she’s watching.”
