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𝟖. 𝘰𝘶𝘵𝘭𝘪𝘦𝘳

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭

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𝑴𝒚 𝑫𝒆𝒆𝒓,

Sophie's eyes were heavy, her head throbbing. His hands were stroking her hair, his fingers massaging into her scalp. Wet. Why was her hair wet?

𝒀𝒐𝒖'𝒓𝒆 𝒔𝒂𝒇𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒎𝒆.

"You've made such a mess, my Deer," he murmured. "All this blood, all in your hair." He clicked his teeth. "No matter, it'll wash out."

𝑰 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘.
𝑰 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒏 𝒂𝒏𝒚𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒉𝒂𝒔.

With his hand behind her neck, he eased her back, pouring the water over her hair to rinse out the suds.

𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒎𝒚 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒍𝒅, 𝒎𝒚 𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒅, 𝒎𝒚 𝒔𝒆𝒂𝒔, 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒈𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅 𝒃𝒆𝒏𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒉 𝒎𝒚 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒕, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒏𝒅 𝒃𝒆𝒏𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒉 𝒎𝒚 𝒘𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔.

She was numb, unable to move. Consciousness seemed to evade her, dropping in and out as it pleased. Her mouth tasted like metal, like blood. Was it hers?

𝑾𝒐𝒓𝒓𝒚 𝒏𝒐𝒕, 𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒍𝒆 𝒇𝒂𝒘𝒏.
𝒀𝒐𝒖'𝒓𝒆 𝒉𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒏𝒐𝒘.

His touch was warm. Not as a comfort, but as a flame, dangerous and unruly. She couldn't escape him.

𝑨𝒍𝒍 𝒎𝒚 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆,

She was trapped.

𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝑺𝒉𝒆𝒑𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒅.

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𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐒 𝐒𝐔𝐑𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆 Cady were washed out as her focus was pulled to the letter. She had had Trev obtain a photocopy, and she was now free to pick it apart without tarnishing evidence. She stood in front of one of the whiteboards, writing out the letter word for word so that it remained in her mind. Her bottom lip had been fixed between her teeth as she underlined what she believe to be keywords.