Page 22 of Dance of Defiance

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Can, or fucking WILL.

PrincessBabyxoxo

Will. Sorry.

PrincessBabyxoxo

Sir.

Red mist clouds my vision as I stare open-mouthed at the screen. My brain can’t quite accept that my baby sister is having this conversation with someone.

HeartofDarkness

To be clear, when we meet, per your request, I’m going to be rough. I’m going to pin you to the ground, tie you up, and fuck you like the slut you are.

I almost hurl the phone through the fucking wall. Pure, animalisticrageexplodes through my system, seeing this motherfucker call my sister that.

Correction: thisdeadmotherfucker.

HeartofDarkness

Your safe word is fire. Don’t forget it.

PrincessBabyxoxo

I won’t, I promise.

PrincessBabyxoxo

I’m so excited for this!

HeartofDarkness

Meet me here. Nine pm. Don’t forget the mask.

The dead motherfucker's sent her an address with a map pin to some goddamn state park about half an hour north of the city.

He wantsmy fucking sisterto meet him, at night, in the fucking woods, so he can…?!

My eyes squeeze tightly shut as my hands ball to iron fists.

My evening plans have just changed, tomurder.

I pull out my phone and take a picture of Evie’s screen, saving the address. Then I send a message back, as her.

PrincessBabyxoxo

I’ll be there.

Then I delete the conversation, block the dead motherfucker, and navigate to her user profile. In the privacy submenu there’s a switch that toggles between “profile: public and searchable” and “profile: hidden”.

I switch it from “public and searchable” to “hidden”.

Pure wrath rages through my veins as I stand from chair and cross the room to the bathroom. The water is off when I rap my knuckles against the door.

“Evie.”

“Hey!” she calls back from the other side. “Gimme a minute to?—”

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