“Is he you, sweetheart?” Jet asked. He felt the rise of Sloth in him now, making his voice curl in his throat, low and sultry. “Is that you at my feet?” “I,” Taylor said, shuddering. “I don’t know.” “I think you do,” Jet said. He pushed Taylor back a few steps, trusting the man to stop him before they toppled into anything. “I think you know. I think you just need time to be brave enough to tell me.”
