rushing towards me in a heavy gust. “Next time, let’s do this in the fucking afternoon.” Lo stiffens. “What was that?” “The afternoon,” I tell him. “Don’t wake me up this fucking early.” He rocks back like I slugged him in the jaw. I didn’t think these words would assault him, but I watch him breathe out, his features tightening. He squats next to me and says, “No.” I run both hands through my hair, my elbow resting on my bent left knee. “What does it matter when we do it?” “Take a look around, Ryke,” Lo tells me, his eyes fucking murderous. I stare up at the dark sky that begins to lighten.
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