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“You’ll be fine, beastie. Only another half an hour to go.” His jaw drops. “I’m not even halfway?” I shake my ...
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“We’ve not really started yet. You can ...
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The instructor struts over. He groans under his breath. “Help. Me,” he mouths. “You’re on your own,”
“I thought I was, until I came here.” She steps closer, laying her hand on his bicep. “We can work on your flexibility. You’ll be a pro in no time.”
“I thought bossy Hallie was my favorite. But jealous Hallie, claiming me in front of a group of women? That takes the prize.”
“Yeah. Helping me not get laid? Gee. What a good friend you are.” I pout. “Who said we were friends?” “Oh, is that how you’re playing this?”
“You waiting for me so you can get a look?” he whispers, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively.
“No. But you are, aren’t you?” I ask, looking over my shoulder at him. I sit back into the stretch with a moan. “That feels so good.” I make sure he hears every syllable. “Hallie,” he groans, adjusting himself.
“Come on, beastie. One last stretch. Be a good boy.” He squeezes his eyes shut and exhales hard. “You’re making this really fucking hard for me, trouble.” “I’m making quite a few things hard.” I wiggle my ass in the air. “Stop. It. Or I can’t be held accountable for my actions in here. Is exhibitionism your thing?”
“What’s the blush for, darlin’? Worked out too hard, ...
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“You’re distracting, Conan.” His teeth flash in ...
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brushing my hair gently away from my face. His eyes darken. “Hallie. What happened to your head? That looks like it hurt.”
“I—I tripped. Caught it on the table.”
“Try again. The truth this time. I want full name, address, occupation, and fuck, blood type even. They aren’t getting away with this.”
“It was Ben,” I whisper. “That fucker.” He steps in, cupping my face. “When? Where? What did he do?”
eyes. “Last night. He barged into my house, saying I had to get back with him. Said he couldn’t protect me unless I did. He was ranting, completely paranoid. I think he was high.”
“He scared me. I hate admitting that, but… he came into my h...
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“You should’ve called me, baby. I would’ve sorted him.”
“You’re my friend. I don’t have many outside my family. Let me look after you? It’s what I’m good at.”
“She’s beautiful. Like… makes me horny, beautiful. Is that a thing?” He folds his arms across his chest, grinning. “Yeah. It’s a thing. Wanna drive her?”
“Also, you’re wrong. The dead can speak. We just have to blackmail a medium or whatever.”
Did you train to become a shrink recently, Rowan?” “Nah. I just know psychos. You kinda have to when your fucking twin is one.”
“Lies. There’s way more under the surface with you.” “I guess you gotta work on removing the layers, darlin’.”
“You can do whatever. I’m not stopping you,”
Noooo
I want her to stop me.
I want her to be as desperate for me as...
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“I followed you to that class because I want...
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“Hallie.” “Yes, Conan?” she teases, head tilted. I step closer. “I find it hot when you try to hide how much you want me.”
“I want you, do I?” “You’re the one who grabbed my ass to stake your claim. You’re down bad for me, trouble.” “Am not.”
“The hunt hasn’t even beg...
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“You can’t chase something that isn’t running, beastie.” A dark chuckle rumbles from my chest. “Philosophical.”
Soon. She’ll run. And I’ll catch her. But right now? Right now, I just need her safe.
“Not too busy for the right people, trouble.” A burst of excitement runs through me.
“And this place, Hallie. If you ever don’t feel safe and can’t get hold of me, come here.”
“Or, if you’re bored and wanna help me fix up my Bugatti, you can always do that too.”
He nods just as Reggie joins, grabbing my AK-47 from the trunk. “Bit extreme?” Rowan asks. Reggie’s eyes burn cold. “We wanna scare them, right?” He loads the ammo like he’s brushing his teeth.
“See? Psycho,” Rowan whispers to me, and I roll my eyes.
There’s so much more to Hallie. She’s brilliant. Smart. Funny. Sassy. Bossy. She lights up a room. She makes my mind quiet. She’s worth ten million of him.
“What’re the chances you can bring someone back to life? I wanna kill him again. Think I rushed it.” Finn chuckles. It cools my rage. “I’m a doctor, not a fucking necromancer. Are you sure he’s dead?” “Lot of blood.” “Check his pulse.”
“Wait. You’re helping me?” Pulse—barely. Fuck, am I losing my touch? “Yeah. I’m on my way. Wanna see what you’d do in round two. Cunt deserves it.” “How do you know who it is?” “Con. I know everything.” “Nah. Twins ratted me out.” “Damn right they did. Call Drago. Get a cleanup crew.”
“Why the hell do you even need a medical room in your house? Should I sleep with one eye open in case you start needing test subjects or some shit?” “Start?” he laughs. “You better fucking—” “Bye, bro.”
“Get off your damn phone and clean the mess you made,” Reggie barks. I scowl. “You forgetting who works for who?”
“You think I wanna test you after that? You’re good. Me and Rowan will clean. You keep sexting, buddy.” He claps my shoulder. Rowan nods fast. “Yeah, what he said.” “Pussies. Find his phone and wallet while you’re at it,” I tell them.
“Does he look at you like he’d burn the city to the ground for one smile?” I bite the inside of my cheek. “I think so.”
“Don’t you think it’s time to do something just for you again? Stop overthinking for a second? And give him some credit. I think he’s obsessed with you.”
My brain never stops. Sometimes it’s amazing. I can juggle a million things at once, ace anything academic, and dive into any creative pursuit. But the other side? Perfectionism. Self-doubt. Constant overthinking. I’ll talk myself out of something before I even give it a chance. ADHD is like that. It’s my sparkle, but sometimes, it dims everything else if I let it.
“I always have time for that little whirlwind. Actually, I think you need to pop another one out.” Declan coughs, and my eyes go wide. “Is she?” I whisper. “Shut it.”
two inches, just above my left hip. “Conan. What the fuck?” Declan jumps up and snatches the knife. “What? It’s part of my plan,” I laugh. “You need help.”
“Yeah… that’s exactly the plan. Medical help.”
“Take your trousers off, Mr. Quinn,” she demands.
