“Heaven,” I murmured, holding her hand. “I have to go. I don’t want to leave you, but Seth won. Since he was able to make you scream, he won you from us. We fucked up by making that bet with him. Our egos were bigger than our hearts, and for that I’m so fucking sorry. I’m sorry you’re going through this. I’m sorry you’re scared. I’m sorry I can’t be here. I just. . . please come back. Tell us what really happened. Seeing you like this is killing all of us. Stitches sends his love. He needs you so much.”
