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“Am I supposed to be the mouse in that analogy?” “Definitely the cat.
He winks. He actually fucking winks at me.
“Where are we going?” “Let me worry about that.”
“I’d pay good money to see that.” Sierra expertly loops the tie. “Stick around and I might show you for free.”
“No, it’s not silly.” She smiles, touching the tiny retraced smiley face on my palm. “He used to draw the same thing on my hand.”
“His girlfriend made it,” he tells him. Sebastian deflates. “Lucky.”
I yank my hand, and the handcuffs scuff my bed frame until the chain breaks. The smile on my face turns devious, and Sierra’s mouth falls open.
“Where are we going?” “Let me worry about that.”
