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The vicious storm roiling about within Kyle’s chest had simmered to a distant thunder, and as the control he had lost decided to put in a reappearance, the black of his eyes began dispersing, allowing the first splices of white to poke through.
Brook sat within Kyle’s hold upon a brick wall he’d carried her to at the foot of the garden. His hands swept over her as though seeking out her wellbeing, while she traced, with her fingertips, the purplish slashes beneath each of his eyes—a sign he hadn’t slept much more than herself over the past week.
“Did he—” Kyle’s tenor sounded strangled by his swallow. “Did he—because if he did, I swear to God I’m going back in there to kill him.”
Brook’s mind flashed to the mess of a male Kyle had left behind on the kitchen floor—a male barely recog
