Chapter 22 TRISTAN MCKENNA (POV)

The loud sound of the punch echoes through the locker room. My knuckles sink into the small metal locker door, which bends under my anger, but I don’t feel pain. Even if I bruise them, I don’t feel a single thing.

Actually, there’s something here, but it isn’t pain.

It’s worse.

Pain is clean and...

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