of a (most likely) broken jaw. Just one blurry eye is brave enough to open and see what’s coming next. Among the thousands of blue sparkles is a dark silhouette moving in over me. The recognizable shadow yanks me up by the throat to finish what my mouth started.

With only one working eye, all I can see are quick flashes of screaming lips or threatening extended fangs. Occasionally, a nose will come into focus, but mostly there’s just the impact of large, rage-filled spittle splattering my face.

“You know why I gave him the water, Hayden? Because he needed it! It was the right thing to do! Isn’t that the bullshit you’re always spewing? All those dumbass stories are all about how YOU want to do the ...

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