Oxy makes his way over while Koa stands to his feet.
My heart thuds against my ribs as I watch all men rise. I’m freaking the fuck out.
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Koa
They’re taking her.
The tall one’s got Lexi slung over his shoulder like she’s nothing—like she doesn’t matter—and her fists are pounding against his back, her voice breaking as she screams my name.
Koa!
I’m moving before I can think. Before the pain in my ribs registers. Before I remember the blood still dripping from my split jaw and my swollen throat can’t exactly take a full breath.
None of it matters.
I’m not letting her disappear with a pair of fucking Reapers.
“Put her the fuck down!” I shout, sprinting across the parking lot.
My legs burn. My lungs scream. But I push harder.
A dark blur cuts me off—Revan. His mask glints under the streetlight, those cold eyes barely visible.
“Not your night, brother,” he says, voice smooth and mocking.
I don’t answer. Just swing.
My fist connects with air as he ducks faster than I expected and counters with a gut punch that knocks the wind out of me.
I stumble back, gasping, but I’m already swinging again. Wild. Desperate. Trying to get past him.
He blocks. Dodges. Laughs.
Then Oxy’s there—solid, immovable—grabbing me from behind, yanking me back.
“Stop!” he barks. “He’s not worth it.”
“They’ve got Lexi!” I shove at him, trying to break free. “Let me go!”
Oxy’s grip tightens like a vice. “You go after them now, you’ll get yourself killed.”
I’m still pushing, still fighting his hold.
But Revan’s already walking away. Calm. Collected. Like this isn’t chaos. Like he didn’t just steal the one thing I—
No.
I don’t think that. Can’t think that.
The tall one throws Lexi into the back seat of the sedan. The door slams shut. She’s pounding on the window, trying the handle. Locked.
“Lexi!” I shout, finally breaking free from Oxy.
I run.
Revan turns just enough for me to see the grin under his mask. “Thought you said he wasn’t your boyfriend?”
