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t away from them.

“I told you to stay away from him,” the girl grunted through gritted teeth, ripping at my hair, her legs locking around my thrashing body, pinning me down.

Panic soared inside me. I couldn’t move. She was too big for me—too strong. I didn’t know how I could possibly get her off me. Scratching at her face, I writhed harder, trying to buck her off, but she slapped me across the face, her hands wrapping around my throat, squeezing hard. My eyes widened as I grabbed at her hands, trying to pry them off. I couldn’t breathe. Not even a little.

Bucking harder, I scratched at her hands, but I knew I was losing. I desperately needed air. Spots flashed in my vision, alternating between blackness and bright white.

A knock came at the door. “Liv?”

It was Corey. I tried to scream, but there was no way I could manage even a squeak. Consciousness blurred. Oh God. She was going to kill me.

As everything went black, I heard the distinct sound of wood splintering before Corey’s voice pierced the air, loud and filled with so much anger, all I could do was let go with peace. I had no doubt he’d take care of me.

Chapter 62

Josh

Climbing into the back of the Escalade, I dropped my head back against the headrest and sighed heavily. I was sure that was one of the longest days of filming I’d ever experienced. I was fucking exhausted.

As Lance pulled out of the lot with Daniel in the passenger seat, I vowed to let everyone have a few days off very soon. Myself included.

“Did you hear how everything went with the move?” I asked no one in particular. I’d been disappointed I hadn’t been able to help, but I knew it probably would’ve only made things more difficult anyway.

Daniel looked over his shoulder and frowned. “No. Knowing Corey, they’re probably already sitting back at Liv’s new apartment scarfing down pizza or something.”

I rolled my eyes. That sounded about right.

As Lance moved through the streets, heading toward Liv’s new place, my phone started ringing. Seeing Corey’s name on the screen, I grinned. “The fucker must’ve known we were talking about him.”

Lance laughed, taking the next turn.

Swiping the screen to answer the call, I pressed it to my ear. “I hope you’ve saved me some fucking pizza, asshole.”

“Josh?” I frowned at the sound of a girl’s voice on the line. “It’s Sam.”

“Sam? What’s going on? Where’s Corey?”

Daniel’s head whipped around, and Lance looked nervously in the rearview mirror.

“It’s Liv,” she said, her voice shaking. “Someone attacked her.”

My heart leaped straight into my throat. “What the fuck happened? Is she all right? Where’s Corey?”

I hoped to fucking God nothing had happened to either of them. Lance accelerated harder, swerving around cars, trying to get us out of the city faster.

“It was a girl,” Sam said, the cell muffling a little as she moved. “The same one who attacked her last week. She was hiding somewhere in the apartment, Josh. She attacked when we were leaving—when Liv went back into her bedroom. Corey’s with her now. With the paramedic.”

“Where am I headed, Josh?” Lance said, his voice urgent.

“Where are you now, Sam? Where’s Liv?” I demanded.

“We’re still at the old apartment, but Corey says we need to leave—”

The line crackled, followed by more muffled noises, then Corey’s voice came on. “Josh?”

“Corey! What the fuck is going on?”

“I’m taking Liv to the new place. Things are fucking out of control here. Meet us there.”

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