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“Fine.” She got up. “I’ll go tell him. Again.”

“Then don’t bother coming back.” I turned on my side and looked out the window.

I heard the door close and I closed my eyes, the feeling of guilt suffocating me. Tears started to fall and a pattern I was so used to started once again.

The self-hate.

The blame.

The tears.

BANG!

The door flung open, causing me to jump out of my skin and pull my IV out as I turned so sharply. He looked crazed. The tank top he was wearing had close to every tattoo he had on display. His eyes were sharp as knives. But it was the crazed look that covered his face that had me staring back at him blankly.

This wasn’t Kade.

Kade didn’t look like a monster.

Kade wasn’t a monster.

This was Reaper. Pure-breed Reaper, on edge, ready to explode.

“You can hate me. You can fucking blame me. I can cope with that. But I can’t fucking cope with not seeing you.” He stormed across the room. “You want someone to hate, then hate me. But don’t think just because this happened that you can block me out!”

Kim popped out from around him. “I attempted to stop him.”

My eyes bounced between the two of them. I wasn’t sure exactly what I was expecting to feel when I saw him, but it wasn’t this. This emptiness.

“I don’t hate you.” I blinked. “I don’t blame you.”

“Then why the fuck won’t you see me?”

“Because I don’t want to see it. I don’t want to see the blame in your eyes. I don’t want the pity. I don’t want to see the disappointment. Don’t you get it, Reaper? I DON’T WANT TO SEE YOU!”

His crazed expression turned to one of anger immediately.

“You think I blame you. Abby, I fucking love you. This wasn’t your fault.”

“You can say that, but I don’t believe you. You can’t honestly expect me to believe that you don’t blame me for what happened.”

“I don’t.”

“Well, I do.”

I turned and stared out the window. “Can you leave now? I want to be alone.” I wasn’t sure how long I wanted to be alone for, but I knew right now that was all I wanted.

Chapter 28

Reaper

She didn’t want me. Fine. Fuck her. I threw the clubhouse door open and stormed into the bar. Abby didn’t want to know me. She didn’t want to look at me. I was a reminder to her. Fine. Fuck it all.

“Hey Reaper, you ok?” Kaylee was sitting on the stool.

I grabbed her by the wrist. “Come with me.”

“What about Abby?”

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