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“Don’t touch him!” Zack shouted. “Stand up slowly and back away!”
How dare he bark orders at her like that, after what he had just done. He had no authority over her. After what he’d just done, he was nothing to her. Why was he still speaking? She held her trembling hand hovering over Matt’s body. Frozen in place with rage that needed an outlet.
He was right about one thing. She shouldn’t touch Matt’s body. All she needed to do was lay a single finger on Zack, and he’d join her dearly departed roommate. Didn’t matter where. Any bit of skin would do. Maybe she’d poke him in the eye just to make sure he suffered before he was reduced to dust. Sage slowly turned her head up, letting her gaze travel the length of Zack’s body, searching for just the right place to employ her deadly tou
