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I jerk away. “Don’t.”

“It’s me.” It’s Lila.

My fist is still raised, Brody is underneath me and blood covers his mouth. I know I should stop but I can’t.

Not yet.

One more.

Maybe two.

Maybe ten fucking years’ worth.

“Dane, look at me.” But I don’t. I can’t stand that she’s seen me like this.

Brody laughs weakly. “See, sweetheart?”

Lila steps closer and her voice softens. “Dane.”

She’s not scared and that’s what gets me.

I turn my head.

She’s standing in the snow without her coat. Her eyes are wide, but she isn’t looking at Brody.

She’s looking at me.

Only me.

“Come back to me.”

Something in my chest cracks open.

My fist lowers.

Brody coughs beneath me but I don’t give a shit.

Lila holds out her hand. “Come here.”

I stare at it. Blood covers my knuckles and hers are clean. “Lila.”

“Come here.”

I get off Brody. Wyatt rushes past me and crouches beside him.

Lila takes my wrist instead of my hand.

“What did you do?”

“Nothing.”

“Your hand is swelling.”

“I’m fine.”

“You are very obviously not fine.”

I look down at her. She’s shaking.