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- Parts 13
Hawkins never stayed quiet for long.
Every porch light flickered with secrets. Every shadowed street hummed like it remembered how to hurt.
Jade Henderson had spent her life fixing things: her brother's messy science experiments, the cracks in her mother's smile, the pieces of a town that kept bleeding. She wasn't looking for trouble. Trouble found her. Trouble had storm-blue eyes, a Camaro that growled like it could swallow the night, and a heartbeat that raced hers without asking permission.
Billy Hargrove was fire in human form. Sharp edges you wanted to touch, heat you wanted to burn yourself on, and a gaze that made your stomach collapse before your brain had a chance to catch up. He carried his pain like a secret weapon, and the world had learned to fear it.
And somehow, Jade had been the spark.
The one match he never thought to strike.
He swore she was the only thing that made the chaos in his head still.
She swore she could hate him for the way his voice slid down her spine and made her pulse stutter.
They were both lying.
Every glance was a dare. Every brush of skin a confession neither was brave enough to speak. Every breath between them sizzled like it carried its own warning.
And while Hawkins rotted from the inside out, shadows creeping across the town like smoke, their secret burned hotter than the fire that waited to consume them.
Loving Billy Hargrove wasn't safe.
Nothing in Hawkins was.
But God, it was impossible not to want it.