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~CARTER~ The one thing I was most terrified about took place last night. I broke free, and I went straight for Scarlett. I can't tell if she's lying or telling me the truth. I don't know if I did the worst thing possible to her or did not hurt her. I press both thumbs on her cheeks and stare deeply into her confused eyes, "Are you telling the truth, Scarlett?" Her lips parted slightly, and f**k me; I wanted to kiss her without caring about who would see. "I am," she whispers. "You didn't do anything I didn't want you to do." I take a deep breath and let go of her. "What's going on, Carter?" She demands. "Why are you so worried that you did something to me?" I run a hand down my face. I had to get out of here. I touched her last night. My marks were on her body. I knew Scarlett t