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KILLIAN I drive my fist against the wall. Pain explodes all over my knuckles, but it has no importance compared to the ticking in my head. I’m nearing a cliff, an edge, and that’s dangerous. My actions turn unpredictable when reality contradicts my desires, and right now, they’re the definition of a disaster. I inhale deeply, but no amount of heavy breathing chases the black dots lining my vision. Yet, I force myself to not bolt after Glyndon. Even I have no clue how I’ll react if I catch her right now. You know what? Fuck it. I’ve told Glyndon time and again that escaping me isn’t an option. She should’ve erased that thought from her repertoire, but she chose to leave. She chose to defy me and provoke the devil side she hates so much. I throw on some clothes, gather Glyn’s stuff, and grab Mom’s car keys. On my way to the garage, I check the app on my phone. The red dot moves at a moderate pace—she’s not walking, but not on a vehicle either. Looks like my little rabbit has picked up he