Chapter 66: DEVON

Nothing was going to make this shit better except Khalil's head on a platter.

Before I wanted him dead because of the CO, but now with her added to the mix, that shit has been multiplied tenfold.

My chest felt like it was about to explode and there was a vise like pressure in my head. It took a monumental effort for me not to walk out the door and go on the hunt.

My control was slipping fast. I could feel it happening but couldn't stop it. I made a move towards the door but a line of bodies stopped me as they stood in my way.

"Get out of my way." I don't know which of them I was talking to because I couldn't see through the haze that clouded my vision. But I knew it was Quinn who put his hands on my shoulders and tried turning me around.

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QUINN

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Oh fuck, Dev's a madman. Are you shitting me? Not Mr. Cool! How did I not see this shit coming? I should've known he was wound too tight, and trying way too hard to pretend he wasn'