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Again, I go to the door and bang and holler. Again, nothing. The image of the brothers at The Cat House comes to mind. How they’d looked in their cloaks and masks. How big they were when they stood. How strong the one who wrapped his hands around my arms just a little tighter than necessary in the guise of helping me when I would have fallen. 

Tears threaten but I wipe the few that escape away and tell myself to stop it. It’s pathetic and I’m scared, yes, but I need to think about Wren. What will happen to her if I don’t get out of here? 

“Let me out!” I scream again, the words ending on a sob as I slam my fists into the door and this time, this time, there is something. Someone slams their fist into it from the other side and I jump backward, my heart hammering. I think it was better when there was no response. 

It happens again, that fist slamming so hard the door rattles in its hinges, and I back up, wondering how long someone has been out there. Wondering if he was just listening. Waiting. Getting in my head. 

The lock disengages and I hurry away from the door, my heart in my throat. I slide my hand into my pocket and close it around the shiv, wincing when it slices my palm because those few tissues wrapped around it don’t offer much protection. 

I back up as the door opens. Light from the hallway illuminates his dark form, making him appear bigger. Darker. More menacing as he stands in his cloak and mask and I swear he’s taller and bigger than he was at the club, eyes on fire with power, and fury, knowing his dominion over me. I hear the pathetic sound my throat makes. I’m sure he hears it too.

There’s a part of me that wishes it was the driver. It’s not. It’s Ezekiel St. James. He steps inside and he doesn’t stop until he eats up the space between us and backs me into the wall. He towers over me and the sight of him in that cloak and mask is terrifying. I’ve never been this scared in my life. Not even the night that changed my life forever. The night that sent us on the run. 

The sheer size of him, his presence larger than life, his fury a palpable thing in the room with us, it’s all too much. It’s all too much.

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