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Chapter 8: Haven’t Thanked Me Yet

Chase’s P.O.V

I couldn’t sleep. The house was too quiet. The kind of quiet that made every sound feel amplified—every creak of the wood, every sigh of the wind. But what kept me awake wasn’t the house. It was those eyes. Those damn red eyes.

They kept flashing in the darkness of my closed eyelids,...