To All the Guys I Killed Before (The Right Kind of Wrong #1)

Chapter 44

CHAPTER FORTY-FOUR

Rue

I’m exhausted and cold and covered in blood, and every part of my body fucking hurts. My chin, my shoulder, my neck—god, my neck is on fire—my ankle, my heels, my knees.

When I finally make it to safety, I crawl straight into bed, aware I’m leaving a million things undone. My bloody clothes. My bloody car. Calling my sister. Calling Pell.

I’ll handle it all later. Right now, I need rest.