From Surgeon's Hands to Avenging Fire
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le new life I was trying to build. Davis' s words, his possessive claims, clawed at me. "Y
treaks of color. My injured hand throbbed, a constant re
ering wheel. "You' re mine, Brenna. You
y. "I am not yours, Davis. I am no one' s. And
You think I regret anything when it com
His face softened, a stark contrast to the hard
rmured into the phone, his voice lace
his face paling. "What?
s your fault, Brenna! Kiley says her mother' s condition has wo
her life, Davis. The rest is beyond my
ng. "Karma? Don' t you dare talk about karma! You'
voice unwavering. "And you know it. Perhaps the pr
The sudden stop threw me forward, my head hitting the d
n a mask of pure rage. "Get out, Brenna! I
ng. "You' re nothing but a curse! A
. This wasn't love. It was obsession, control. And now
ht air was cold, biting. He sped away, leaving me alone in the op
s, my heart feeling as hollow as the abandoned street. Then, a
darkness, their faces obscured by th
of them leered, his voice coarse, dripping
my chest. My injured hand throbbed,
voice trembling, but I tried
predatory sounds. "Looks like so
s greasy fingers brushing m
h me!" I his
s glinting. "Oh, she' s r
f all escape routes. My mind raced, desperate for a plan
ronger now, trying to channel the defiance that had o
ou are, doc. The one who got thrown out by her
must have sent them. Anot
nt?" I demanded
ning, revealing rotten teeth. "And maybe a message for y
Davis, but I wouldn't let them desecrate me in thi
other. Their memory fueled a
go down with
lunged, aiming for the leader' s groin. He grunted in pain,
but I ignored it, pushing my body to its limits. I ran blind, d
dark water in the distanc
houts growing louder, closer. I heard a splas
pths, the shock of the cold water taking my breath aw
water, but still clear enough to se
e water!" one
get away!" ano
nacing. "Get her. And make sure she knows wh
le
wasn' t just Davis. This was Kiley. The woman who h
an it had ever been. This wasn' t just about survival. It
make the