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“Good morning, Abby. How are you doing today?” I stumbled. Abby? Holy fuck. No. Suddenly, the mumbled response the vacant woman had given me made sense, and the knowledge rang like a fucking bell inside my head, loud enough to deafen me. The ducks. Ducks. Devil’s Backbone Society. Holy fuck, had I just met Abigail?
“Ne m'oblige pas à jouer avec ces autres salopards. La moitié d’entre eux ne connaissent même pas leur propre nom.”
“You’re going to be the death of me, Duckling,” I muttered under my breath as I buckled myself in and turned on the engine. Ashley was asleep, I was pretty sure, so I flinched when she replied. “I hope so,” she mumbled. “As soon as these drugs wear off…I’ll kill you myself.”
“I hate you,” she mumbled again, her eyes closed and her head resting on the window like she was sleep-talking. “I hate that you found it so easy to break my heart. You really are a cold bastard.”
“Just sleep, Duckling,” he murmured in that low, comforting voice. “I’ve got you.” I believed him, sagging into his embrace and letting my heavy lids slide closed once more. Sleep would help to clear the drugs, surely. Nate wouldn’t let anything bad happen while I slept—of that I was confident. “I’m sorry, Layne baby.” His whispered apology roused me some time later. “I’m not being a pervert, I swear, but I want to get you out of these hospital clothes.”
“I regret everything. I don’t know how to say how sorry I am or how badly I wish I’d made different choices. I didn’t just break your heart, Duckling. I destroyed mine.”
“What the fuck? I’m killing you. This isn’t fucking foreplay, you sick puppy!”
Heath: Every moment with you feels like a beautiful dream I never want to wake up from. You're the love I never knew I needed, and now I can't imagine my life without you. Thank you for coming back to us.
“That’s it, Spark,” Carter purred as I bent over and wrapped my lips around Heath’s cock. “Good girl, taking a quick trip to Paris in your mother’s kitchen.”
