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Her cell phone wouldn’t stop ringing. Rolling over, she reached across the empty bed and checked her alarm clock. 1:54 a.m. Fumbling with the phone in the pitch-black darkness of her bedroom, she managed to swipe it open and croak out a hello.
Sage’s tense tone came through the speaker. “Cutter’s been arrested.”
She toppled over the edge of the bed and crashed to the floor, facedown. What did she say? No, please, no. Greta had promised herself that she’d never be in on a call like this. Ever. But, here she was, thrown back into a recurring nightmare. A flashback of Shadow’s face, spotted purple and yellow with bruises, swam in front of her vision, blinding her with a surge of rage.
Her cell phone had flown off somewhere. Rubbing her throbbing nose, she wrestled out of the bundled be
