I woke and could only lie there.
I’d shot a gun last night. I might’ve killed a man. Cole did kill five of them, and maybe that last one, too. They came, they shot Carl, and they tried to hunt us down.
At the end of it all, I chose Cole.
Everything was different now.
The first time Cole and I were together, I felt possessed by him. And I claimed him back. That night had been intense, but it was just the beginning. We’d grown closer and more connected each time we were together. After last night, there was no going back.
I was his. He was mine.
There should’ve been a red alarm going off in my head. Cole was dangerous, so dangerous, and I should’ve been hysterical or curled up in a fetal position sobbing. Last night had not been a normal night, for anyone, but here I was—disturbed most
