Author's Notes:
I read a lot. It's fun, keeps me occupied when I'm bored, and it's a generally good hobby to have anyway. I get pangs of... a need to write from time to time. I write and forget usually, but thought it would be fun to put this one online. Would love your reactions to this guys.
Disclaimer: I make no money from this.
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He doesn't see red when he finally catches up with her. Before, back when he was only planning this confrontation, imagining how he'd torture the bitch until she begged, his jaw would tighten until it hurt and his vision would shimmer with a fine mist of fire. But now, now that he's here with her...
Jake's never felt such absolute clarity. Like everything has finally fallen into place, all the little jagged jigsaw pieces fitting themselves together to form the only picture in the world worth seeing.
He knows the truth, knows exactly whose orders she had been following that night, knows the reasons and motivations and logic behind the encounter and her actions. Jake's turned everything over in his mind again and again, spent hours working through every inconsistency until it all made a vicious, sharp sort of sense, and he knows where her true loyalties lie.
The thing is, he doesn't care.
