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Stacia stumbled out of her room in a dizzy haze. Her drink was forgotten on the floor where she had dropped it. Her room was a disaster. Her heart was hammering. She couldn’t even process what had just happened.
No man had ever laid a finger on her in violence in her life. Not once. This was…unthinkable.
Boomer was missing by the time she made it out to the backyard. His shady friends were gone, too. Bryna and the girls were hanging out in their own circle and hadn’t yet noticed her shaken return. A part of her didn’t want them to see her like this, but she couldn’t keep it from them. Boomer deserved to pay for what he’d done.
She signaled Bryna, who’d finally looked up and noticed her.
Bryna wandered over. “Finally time to go to Posse? This party blows,” Bryna said. Then, she stop
