Page 164 of BounBound By Scars

“And you, Titan?” I stared at my brother, my chest heaving. “You pulled the fucking trigger.”

“Amelia—” Logan tried, stepping closer.

“Don’t,” I said sharply, holding out a hand to stop him. “Don’t tell me to fucking breathe. Don’t tell me to calm down. Becausethe only reason I haven’t completely fucking snapped and put a bullet through Titan’s head is because I have to believe he’s still alive.”

Silence.

And then—movement.

Dylan.

He finally moved.

Not toward me. Not toward anyone.

He just sat.

Heavy. Slow. Like the weight finally caught up with him.

He dropped into a chair, his face slack, eyes vacant.

A man hollowed out.

But I didn’t care.

I stared at him—at the gun that had destroyed everything.

And gave him one, final look.

Not sorrow. Not empathy.

Just pure, unfiltered disgust.

And then I turned on my heel and walked out.

Kaylan and Leora silently followed me back to my room.

Because if I stayed even a second longer—I might’ve picked up where the bullet left off.

THIRTY-SIX

Dylan

“You should’ve trusted me.”

…None of you give a fuck!”

“She’s not okay.”

Who?

“‘On it, Ghost. On it, Ghost. On it, Ghost…’”

“And you, Titan? You pulled the fucking trigger.”

Titan.

“…put a bullet through Titan’s head…”

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