Chapter Forty-One: Drive
I was so tired of running that for a moment, in my sudden flee, I wanted to stop. I wanted to turn around and put myself back in the phone booth. I wanted to stand there and wait for Seth; if he wanted me, however cruel, however violent, however horrible the man had been to me and Nico, I was going to take it. I was going to fight. And if he struck me down right there, then so be it. But this, of course, was just a courageous fantasy. Courageous, noble, and all and all f*****g stupid. My instincts told me to run, and like an animal, I did. All these angry feelings whipped up inside me. How un-alpha-like, un-leaderly, how it was unfair that after so many years of running, it was something I was still doing. Still had to do. I didn't even shift, not at first. Just let the asphalt rip int
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