Madi fell asleep about ten minutes into the drive back to Portland, and I didn't blame her. She hadn't told me everything that had happened with Blake, but from the terror in her voice when she first called me, and then seeing her ripped shirt…well, I knew it was bad. My hands clenched the steering wheel harder, my knuckles turning white. I wanted nothing more than to turn the car around, find Blake, and beat him until he stopped breathing, but I knew that wasn't my best idea.

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