Stupid bitch,” he spits, and that’s when I mentally punch him in the face.Except it isn’t just mentally—it’s for real, my closed fist is actually moving. It hits him square in the nose with a sickening crunch.”Oh my God,” Laney breathes from behind me.”Oh my God,” Jake says from the floor.My eyes widen. “Oh my God.

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