“And there were kids in mine,” he snapped, which is not something he wants to think about, not something she needs to know about, but the he’s too angry to care. Angry at her, angrier at himself. “I’m not making any promises, but maybe it would be wise to get a fucking head start.”
“And my family never did anything to yours. My grandmother would rather we die than go dark!” She took a step closer to him, refusing to leave. “If I’m going to die because of you than at least be man enough to fucking do it yourself. If I die, I’m not bringing anyone else down with me. Either you do it your damn self or don’t do it at all because I swear to every fucking god that ever was, I will fucking haunt you, Wilder.”
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