The door slams open again and hits the wall again.

Hunter storms back in, but he’s not triumphant anymore. He’s a hurricane of panic and rage.

He comes straight at me, grabbing a fistful of my shirt and yanking me forward.

“WHERE THE FUCK IS SHE?!” he roars, his voice raw and panicked. “WHAT DID YOU DO WITH HER?!”

“I don’t fucking know! Tell me this ain’t one of your fucking games, Hunt! Don’t tell me you took her, just to make me look worse!”

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