I feel like a madman. Like the sane version of me’s been locked away somewhere, gagged, cuffed, out cold, and now this obsessive, stubborn, rude bastard has taken over. I don’t care. Not tonight.
My tires skid a little as I hit the brakes in front of the Paxwell place. Big-ass duplex with a gate that screams private property. Ray’s not outside.
I climb out, slam the door harder than I mean to, and stab the doorbell. My patience is hanging on by threads, barely holding. I don't even know what I’ll do if no one answers, but knowing how I feel, it’s probably something reckless.
The door opens. Peter. He steps out like he wasn’t expecting me in a thousand years. “Noah? What the hell are you doing here?”
“I came to get Ray,” I say, tilting my chin toward the house. “Get her for me.”
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