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KILLIAN Of all the feelings that exist in my arsenal, irritation and anger take the crown as the prominent ones. Especially fucking anger. There needs to be an outlet to relieve the constant rage lurking inside me. A little bit of violence, a little bit of mayhem. A little bit of anarchy. I thought I knew anger so well, that I was already acquainted with the sensation of bubbling blood in my veins, the tensing of my limbs, and the red covering my vision. Turns out, I never knew what actual anger was until I found Glyndon’s half-unconscious body by the cliff. After that stunt of posting her hand in another man’s on IG, I was already planning murder—all eloquent thoughts Mom planted in my head to get Glyndon back long gone. Or maybe they weren’t. I was just using another method to pursue her. And since she wasn’t answering my calls, I had to use the tracker I implanted in her phone to find out where she went. When I realized where she was driving, a disturbing uneasiness hooked against m