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“Good.” I hear a car door slam. He’s already in his vehicle.
It’s not easy to move. My knee is badly damaged from where I fell, and my ribs are probably broken from his kicks. I dread Fynn seeing me like this. I should’ve just called the cops.
I somehow drag myself down to the basement, locking it closed from the inside. Fynn has my only spare key. I’m unable to straighten my leg, so I go down the stairs on my ass.
“How you doin’, Sage?”
