Extended Epilogue
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A ringing starts in my head that incinerates any other noises. My throat turns to sand and my heart pumps. The thumps of the EDM beat come to an abrupt end and as the music in the Irish pub around us swings into another ground-shaking rhythm, I have to steady myself, locking my legs, my knees—Hell, my entire f*****g body—as if it were made from only the hardest of stone.
I have to. Or I might f*****g hit him.
I still might, despite the fact that I can’t seem to move, my feet feeling planted into the uneven floor beneath. My breath blusters out of my nostrils for several agonizing seconds until I finally find the air to inhale, my lungs hurting from the effort.
I close my eyes and open them.
“No, you may not,” I answer his question. “You must have missed the
