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I’ve tried to bury this part of myself for my entire life, but it’s in my DNA. This is who I am. A killer. “You’re bleeding,” Adam says, reaching for my face. “I’m fine,” I say, jerking away from his hand. My forehead might be bleeding, but I don’t feel any pain. I’m numb, inside and out. I turn toward the window. I can’t stand the sight of him looking at me like I’m something dangerous and unpredictable. Like I might snap at any moment and hurt one of them too. But maybe it’s good Adam saw the real me. Future-Adam told him to not get too attached to me, to be careful. Now he knows why. “Elena—” he starts. A siren blares behind us. I twist in my seat and spot the police car right behind us, lights flashing in the darkness. And even though they’re right on our tail and we’re pretty muc
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