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.

blood from Everett's mouth, the same scent that clung

Dorothy wasn't struggling to escape him but rather to check

match for his, and she was

pass out, she bit his lip in

back into place, and then

long moment to compose herself

the hospital room, Everett headed

he stood under the shower fully clothed, letting

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

he thought. But this time,

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