Chapter 117

Katie's POV

My belief that you need a more vicious predator to deal with a predator has just been confirmed.

It works despite coming with undesirable consequences.

It’s why I’m alive and not tucked in Beau’s car.

It’s also why I’m scared. Predators are predators for a reason. They need to feed themselves.

All the fucking time. And I’m as juicy as they come. Small, young, vulnerable, inexperienced, and dependent.

I depend on other people’s goodwill to survive.

And sometimes, like now, I might just reap the benefits of being targeted by different parties.

But then I might just need to pay a price.

So I’m a little...