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JESSICA WHIRLED around and faced . . . Brian.
“What the f**k are you doing here, sneaking up on me like that!”
He took a step back, wide-eyed. His jacket was dirty and torn, his face smudged with mud. His hair was a tangle of sticks and branches, and one of his hands was bleeding.
Shit. “I’m sorry. Did you see the others?” Why the f**k hadn’t he responded when she called?
He nodded, wordless. There was a hardness to his face that chilled her. What had he seen last night? How they were killed? Had he been in hiding until now?
“Are you OK?” Her heart was still beating like crazy.
He nodded, again wordless. He didn’t look OK to her. Had he thought she was abandoning him?
“I . . . I thought everyone was dead.” Stupid. She had seen a third body on the forest floor, but she should have
