CHAPTER TWENTY FIVE: TO KILL AND RESURRECT
ZOEY
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“Sick bitch.” Chuck stared at me wide eyed as if I’d just sprouted two devil horns. His palm held the cheek I’d just slapped.
I just stared back, chest rising and falling, fists shaking at my sides.
“You just can’t pass up a chance to humiliate me, can you?”
He scoffed, dropped his hand from his cheek, and stepped closer. His eyes, bloodshot and mean, locked on mine.
“You’ve really grown some nerve, haven’t you? Think just because Christian invited you here, you can hit me and talk to me however you want?”
Before I could see it coming, his hand shot out and clamped around my wrist. His fingers dug so deep it felt like they were trying to find bone.
I bit the inside of my cheek hard enough to taste blood, refusing to give him the
