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“When’s Jo getting here?” I murmur.

“Think he’s fucking her too?”

The hand between my leg strokes me, slips inside. I moan, and my hips buck on their own.

“Look at her. Wouldn’t you?”

Laughter breaks out. My legs are spread open. I moan again, and a hand closes over my mouth.

“Ssh, babe. This is gonna be our little secret, okay?”

My heart spasms in my chest. Scorching heat blossoms inside me.

Our little secret.

No one can ever know.

Even if you tell, no one will believe a little cunt like you.

Don’t say a fucking word, Candy Cane.

Chapter Ten

Josiah

Iopen eyes groggy from too little sleep. For a moment, I just lie there, trying to claw back the memory of what it was that woke me. Then my phone starts vibrating again, and I snatch it from my nightstand with a grunt.

A glare at the screen shows me two things—the time, and that I have sixteen missed calls.

I sit up in a rush, one hand in my hair, the other unlocking my phone with the swipe of my thumb.

“Jo!”

“Alex? What’s wrong?” I grate out.

“It’s Candy.”

“What?” I swing my legs over the side of my bed as I shuffle to my en-suite bathroom to take a leak. “The fuck you been smoking, Alex?”

“No dude, you don’t understand.” Something’s wrong with his voice. It sounds muffled. Or is that just because my brain’s still warming up. “They drugged her.”

I switch on the light, my eyes narrowing to slits at the brightness. “What the fuck are you talking about?”

“Just…I texted you the address. I called the cops, but I doubt they’ll come to break up a house party.”

“Wait…Candy?Candy’sthere?”

“That’s what I said! This shit’s getting out of hand. Get over here.”

I don’t even bother to flush or wash my hands. I hop into a pair of sweats, snag a hoody from the back of my chair, and race barefoot down the stairs.

Not so fast, Emma, or you’ll break your neck.

I pause at the back door to deactivate the alarm, but my hand hovers in thin air.

It’s not on.

Fuck.

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