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.

of blood from Everett's

escape him but rather to check where

was no match for his, and

pass out, she bit his lip in a desperate attempt to make him

back into place, and then he released her, striding away

took a long moment to compose herself before she chased after

room, Everett headed

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

should be doing—investigating, confirming whether Heather's words were true

woman, always spewing lies, he thought. But this time, for some reason, he

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