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December 25, 8:10 p.m. 34 seconds
(Paxton residence, Ann Arbor)
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Kyle watched Denise and Royce as they passed by them in the hall. Denise was looking his way, her lips twisted in a knowing smile. His stomach flipped. He felt exposed all of a sudden. Juniper—and what he felt for her—was out in the open now. Denise was using Min-Jun for target practice. But her war was with Kyle and it was driven by her hate for him. And now she had found a chink in his armor.
If she hurts Juniper...
Barely listening to Min-Jun, Kyle stared at Juniper’s back. She was standing a few feet away, rubbing her arms. And then his blood chilled.
Just as Denise passed Juniper, her snake eyes met his. Royce entered the dining room, but Denise lingered to make a point. Eyes still locked with Kyle, Denise made a gun with her fingers and shot in the air at the back of Juniper’s head. Then she blew at her fingers to snuff out the smoking gun. With a flip of her hair, she was gone.
Rage. Rage was all he felt in his slow loss of control.
