Chapter 59 A NIGHTMARE AT THE END OF THE TUNNEL

**(**Carter POV)

The apartment reeked of stale beer, sweat, and the metallic tang of dried blood that never quite washed off my knuckles. I stood in the narrow hallway, chest heaving, the metallic taste of blood still lingering on my tongue from the fight earlier.

My knuckles were raw and throbbing...

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