**SERIES COMPLETE** “They shot her!” Jacob rasps out. "They f#&%ing shot her!" Another car flips off its tires. “Freaking—pricks—I’ll kill—every one—of them.” The words grate out in anguished hitches. A telephone pole snaps off its base like a twig. Straddling his sprawled legs, I smack my palms against the sides of his face and yank it toward me. “We’re out. You stopped them. It’s done.” “Riva—they shot her—they tried to kíll her—” “I’m right here. Dom healed me. I’m okay.” “Riva!” he calls out

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