“Drink,” he commanded. “Your body needs to hydrate.” I didn’t fight. I was tired of fighting, so I just strode to the table as he sat on the chair with his legs crossed and watched me grab the drink. The hiss of the shower sounded in our bathroom. I drank while Caleb watched me. “Want to talk about what happened?” My pulse thundered at the thought. Screams waited. Screams, and Viv’s haunted stare. Be careful. Gunshots followed and Tobias’s desperation as I’d almost…as I’d almost…as I’d almost. My hands started to shake, sloshing the drink in the bottle. “I’d rather fuck. Can we do that?” I
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