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Chapter 95: Gun

Author: Marjolein
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A hundred thoughts race through my mind, tangling in the fear that grips my chest.

“The lights,” I manage to whisper, the only thing I can say as the night feels alive with danger. Jace tilts his head, eyes gleaming with a predatory calm. “I control them with my phone. Must admit, it was entertaining watching you run around like a little mouse,” he says, voice low and sharp.

The gun is still pointed at me, a small, deadly thing that makes my pulse thunder in my ears. His finger rests too comfortably on the trigger, and though logic tells me he won’t shoot me, every instinct screams otherwise.

“Throw the joint and the lighter,” he sneers, voice cold as steel. My hands act before I can think, letting both drop into the grass as if they burn me. He doesn’t smile, doesn’t soften. He’s in complete control, and I can feel it like a noose tightening around my throat.

“Now, take off your sweats,” he orders.

For a moment, I think I misheard him. My heart stumbles. “What?” My voice is bare
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