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JUSTIN

“Justin, slow down,” my father called out as I yanked open the driver’s side door. I looked over the roof of the car at him, but I could not stop moving, could not stop the rapid beating of my heart or the surge of adrenaline pulsing through me. She was out there, and I had no idea where.

“I’m not slowing down,” I muttered, the engine roaring to life as I threw the car into gear. My father barely had time to get in before I hit the gas, driving out of the house and making for Hunter’s house.

For her, I would do anything, even if it meant killing Hunter. I couldn’t get rid of the nagging feeling that Astrid was somewhere, hurting because of this one guy. Here I was, thinking we had made progress- real progress. She didn’t flinch anymore when I touched her, she didn’t hate me anymore, and sometimes, I even got to see her smile. That was my sole mission, to see that the only tears that came from her eyes were from happiness and not pain. But tonight, the walls she had built so hig