Her Dangerous Revenge

CHAPTER 89

"You aren't seriously considering this?"

Vincent shrugged. "Who isn't seriously considering this?"

Cooper buried his face in his hands. The din of the cafeteria

drowned out the white noise in his head—a sort of high-pitched

whine that had grown progressively worse as he contemplated his

best friend's idiocy. "It's suicide," he said finally, numb.

"You know what else is suicide?" Vincent tossed aside the rest of

his burger. "Staying in this godforsaken town."

"Vincent," Cooper begged as his best friend pushed away from the

table, his lunch tray in hand. "Two people died last year. Panic is

dangerous."

Vincent sauntered to the back of the cafeteria and dumped the

contents of his tray, humming softly under his breath. He wasn't

taking the conversation seriously. Not by a long sho