Page 30 of Beneath My Skin

There was an odd sense of déjà vu when we stood together at the foot of the bed. Knowing our do-or-die moment had finally come.

“I’m not sure I’m ready for this,” I admitted.

“For what?”

“To take down a psychopath in an insane and improbable bid to gain our independence.”

A slow hiss sizzled in the air between us for a split second before the words appeared on my arm.

It’s time.

“We need to leave,” I told him. I didn’t need another warning. Our time was up. “Dax, if we don’t make it—”

He cut me off and drew me to him in a crushing hug. “Shut up.

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