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MEGAN
KYLE’S ARMS DRAPED protectively around my body, and I felt safe. However, the look in his eyes frightened me. “Get out of here and run to your house, now. I’m going to handle this,” he growled low, keeping a murderous glare on Alex.
“I’m not leaving you.”
“Go!” he shouted, making me jump. “The police are on their way.”
I rushed out the door and he slammed it behind me. There was no way in hell I was leaving him to kill my demons. Rushing around to the backyard, I searched around Greg’s yard for anything I could use as a weapon. He had a separate garage that was unlocked and once inside, the blue car that was used to run me and Kyle over was there. We had the answer to that mystery, even though I pretty much already knew.
Snatching up a baseball bat, I rushed to the back door
