–Caine–
Deanne had just stepped out of the bath when I waved the box of condoms at her.
"Nope." She shook her head without hesitation.
"What am I supposed to do with this?" I asked, tilting it in my hand.
"I don't know. Go out and hook up?" She smirked, grabbed a pillow, and smacked me with it. "Go away."
I didn't even bother dodging. Just rolled lazily to the other side of the bed.
"I'm going to watch a movie," she said, walking out. I followed.
The living room was dark. My brows furrowed—this wasn't right. We always left the lights on.
That's when it happened.
A shadow moved behind Deanne, fast and precise. She was yanked off her feet before she could react, crashing to the floor. My body moved before my mind could even process—closing the distance, assessing angles, counting threats.
Knives flashed. Multiple.
