Chapter 105

Chapter 105 Brooklyn

I could kill him.

My teeth clench, my lips press into a thin line.

I could absolutely murder Aden Kenwood.

My eyes flick to the kitchen door as I storm towards the garage.

For a second, I think about all the sharp knives in that kitchen that would help me do the job, but then I push the thought out of my mind.

Aden deserves a far worse death than that. Something medieval. Boiled alive in a vat of tar, or-

I slam into someone's chest as I push through the door to the garage, someone trying to enter the house just as I'm leaving it.

I give a small shriek, pulled from my murderous thoughts and whipping my head up to see-

Lucas.

"Brooklyn." He pauses, reaching out his hands to steady me after almost knocking me over. "Are you okay?"

"You're an asshole, too!" I exclaim, pushing his hands off my shoulders and impulsively shoving him in the chest.

He stumbles a few steps back, his face shocked.

brows drawn together. "What

him and pointing an accusing finger in his face. "You pretended to like me, and this whole time you were

my arm. "Would you shut up?" I press my lips shut, feeling guilty as I realize that in my

off of me," I demand, my teeth clenched as I shake

sure?"

completely losing my cool and feeling tears prick at the corners of my

have to get out of here I have to leave this horrible place, where I'm constantly tricked,

a moment of hesitation. I open my eyes

"I'm so sorry, Brooklyn."

can't help the tears that slide down my face, and

keys-I need to get

he

me up

away for good.

Prius, go somewhere, and cool

brushing my hands across my cheeks to clear

case where the keys to all the cars are kept, unlocking

the corner," he says gently.

I can drive," I mumble, glaring

everyone in this house treat me like

veline

backwards glance, climbing into car at the end of the row and opening the

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