Everett was a mess—a walking disaster area, so filthy that it seemed even he couldn't stand his own reflection.

"Everett, when have I ever complained about that?" Dorothy tried to grab his hand with a stubborn determination, but he jerked away, only for her to reach for him again.

Suddenly, Everett's towering figure pinned her against the wall, his grip on her hand unyielding. His long legs aggressively wedged themselves between hers, trapping her in place.

"Everett." Before Dorothy could protest, his lips crashed down on hers.

It was wild and frantic.

As if this kiss was their last, he devoured her mouth, claiming it, unwilling to let go.

"Umm. Umm!" Dorothy felt the air being sucked from her lungs, her body going numb with confusion.

metallic tang of blood from Everett's mouth, the same scent that

Dorothy wasn't struggling to escape him

his, and

though she was about to pass out, she

froze as if his senses had snapped back into place, and then

took a long moment to compose herself before

Everett headed straight for the

his coat; instead, he stood under the shower fully clothed, letting the icy water soak through the fabric, a sobering

knew what he should be doing—investigating, confirming whether Heather's

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