CHAPTER 32
EMMA
Reagan and Brooks decided to stay with me at Carter’s house while the rest of the guys were gone. The only thing we knew was that they had to watch a fight, and luckily, it didn’t involve Carter. It was a relief, even if it was temporary. Carter will have to fight to the death eventually; it was just a matter of when.
Standing by the window, I peered out and my pulse raced every time a car drove by. I kept hoping it would be Carter and the others. Reagan was lying on the couch, staring up at the ceiling while Brooks was in the kitchen, pacing the floor holding a tumbler of whiskey. We were all on edge. What I hated more than anything was how I could feel Carter slipping away from me. I knew he was strong and that he’d win the fights at any cost, but at what price?
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