Page 14 of Torn In Two

I shook my head. “Nope.”

It was such a fucking lie.

“You weren’t thinking about the way my dick would taste, Chaos?”

I glanced around the room. It was nearly empty, only an older man asleep in a chair at the far end and a younger couple who were engrossed in their phones. Nobody was paying either Hawk or me any attention.

All of a sudden I was thinking about what his dick would taste like.

I’d been playing, poking at him to get a rise, but the thought of getting on my knees for him was suddenly all I could see. “I’m really fucking tired if the thought of your dick in my mouth is getting me hot.”

He leaned in and lowered his voice. “How about my dick in your ass then?”

I wasn’t even sure if we were joking anymore or serious. Only that heat flushed through me so hot and fast that I stood to get a paper cup full of water, from a dispenser on the other side of the room, before my cock could get all the way up like it was threatening to.

I stood there for a good few minutes, drinking the water and pretending to read a pamphlet from a holder on the wall. My brain wouldn’t even register the words. They swam in front of my eyes, my brain just focusing on getting my dick to behave.

For once in his life, Hawk had nothing to say. When I returned to my seat, we fell into an awkward silence, both of us refusing to look at the other.

All I could think was I must have inhaled some dirt or something as well, because my chest was tight and my heartbeat raced at the very idea of Hawk wanting me like that.

6

KARA

Light pierced the darkness, only for it to sting my eyes and force them closed again. The noises around me added to the confusion, and the ache in my chest cemented the feeling of dying.

If this was the afterlife, I’d clearly not made it to Heaven because it hurt. Everything hurt so damn much.

I let my brain coast on the pain, memories focusing into sharp details then drifting away just as quickly.

Hayley Jade. Rebel. Hawk. Hayden.

Cages. Coffins. Josiah.

His face was there in the darkness, a terrifying demon of a figure that made me never want to close my eyes again.

I sat up gasping, this time determined to keep my eyes open. I didn’t want Josiah in my head.

“Take your time,” a gentle, vaguely familiar voice soothed. “You’re okay. Do you know where you are?”

I blinked rapidly, trying to make some sense of the scene around me. It was all so bright, and for a tiny second, hope filled me.

Hell wasn’t light and bright like this. Maybe my sins had been forgiven.

“Heaven?” I asked through cracked lips.

The man chuckled. “I hope not, because the food here is pretty awful.”

He sat on the foot of the bed, his smile soft and his eyes kind. “You’re in the hospital. Do you remember me?”

I focused on his neatly styled hair and the brown eyes behind his glasses. “You made me an elephant.”

Grayson grinned. “I did. Want me to show you how I make roosters?”

“Maybe some other time.” I grimaced as my lashes fluttered closed, Josiah’s face there, forcing them open again.

Grayson’s smile fell away. “I’m a bit worried about you. You get dragged out of here by some Slayers’ thug. And now you’re back with injuries that make me and the rest of your medical team pretty unhappy.”

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