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“Oh, yeah,” I fake moan, as Kyle continues to lick at the wrong spot. That's my inner thigh, Kyle. Can you really not tell the difference? You're twenty-fucking-two!
Let's see… this will be the twenty-seventh time I've had to pretend I've had an orgasm? I'm not sure that anyone, aside from myself, will ever get me to come again—not since him
He hurt her. Physically hurt her when we were saving her from her date.
She'd be the reason we fight, the reason we stop being friends. We almost did when I told them what I had done, what she and I had done together. Sleeping with Vic almost cost me my two best friends, the only family I know… the only family I have. My real family. I couldn't betray them, couldn't make her mine. Instead, I made her hate me.
I knew where she worked and was furious when Sadie chose that coffee shop to go to. I couldn't very well say, “No, not that one. The woman I obsess over works there
The guy her friend set her up with owes the Niners gang fifty-grand from his underground gambling. He's been finding girls with no family and selling them to the gang.
She's our salvation and our ruin, all wrapped into one beautiful soul.
I follow Blaze out, feeling a pain in my stomach that's more than just the hunger eating away at me. It's pure guilt for what I've just done to her. I'm sorry, Vic.
You're a big girl, Tori. You can jump out of the car just fine. I don't want your help anyway, Thorne. You can keep your cooties.
“I'm the one who loves you. I'm the one who's kept your secrets, who has gotten even with all those foster families for you. I'm the one who knows what you're capable of, who can lead you to the right places. It's me who will make you bloom.”
“But you’re so damn pretty, just like those K-pop idols,” I grin, finding pieces of myself again now that the anger’s simmered.
“KitKat’s definitely kneeling beside him, wiping away his blood like the angel she is.” I shake my head at the thought, my temper threatening to flare all over again. Blaze catches it, always able to read me better than I’d like. “Why do you keep calling her that?” he asks, glancing back at me, his grip on the door firm, ready to stop me if I so much as twitch. “Because I want to break a piece of her off and savor every bite.”
Run, run, my little bunny. The big, bad wolf is coming to get you.
Ryder's personality change from the woods to now makes my head spin, not just doing a one-eighty but a whole five-forty. That's three-sixty plus one-eighty, for those who struggle with math.
Ah, yes. Here's that bad decision train you never got off of, Tori. We're chugging along great. Next stop, death.
They're so tense, I could stick coal up their asses and get a diamond within seconds.
In one swift motion, I lodge the spoon between his eyeball and its socket. I revel in the screams that erupt from him as I push deeper, feeling the satisfying pop as I finally rip his eye free. It dangles grotesquely from his face—a gruesome trophy of my resolve.
Don't worry, Tori. Your monsters are coming for you.
