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So many thoughts flooded my mind. I’d just had sex with my stepbrothers. I’d come on their dicks. They’d come inside me. I let out a soft breath as they both held me between them.

Finally, I broke the silence with soft words.

“I’m hungry.” The aching gnaw in my stomach was becoming more pronounced. We couldn’t continue like this forever. I could tell I was losing weight because my leggings were getting far too loose.

“I know, butterfly,” Adrian murmured.

“I reached Dad today,” Troy said.

I looked over at him. “What?”

“I called him. I had service. He didn’t answer.” He let out a bitter chuckle. “He always answers, so go figure.” He was quiet for a moment. “I left a voicemail. I sent a photo of our surroundings. I dialed 9-1-1 and lost service. I couldn’t get it back, but I tried, and I know the message went through because it did pop through as delivered in my messages. I’m hoping he can use the information I was able to give to find us. So maybe a few more days. We need to hold on.”

I nodded, my throat tight.

A few more days.

I closed my eyes. I’d try.

“Let’s go to sleep,” Adrian said gently. “Tomorrow is a new day.” He kissed my cheek before Troy did the same.

I closed my eyes and whispered a soft prayer that we’d be found tomorrow.

It was all I could do.

Chapter 29

Troy

Iwoke up feeling better than I had in weeks.

There was warmth against me, soft and delicate, and when I shifted, I felt her—Elena—nestled between Adrian and me, her breathing slow, her body completely at peace.

Last night had been beyond anything I ever imagined.

It had felt right.

Not rushed. Not uncertain. It was inevitable—like this was always how it was supposed to be.

I let out a slow breath, soaking it in, feeling something light and whole settle in my chest. I’d spent years shoving Elena into a box labeled off-limits, convincing myself that my feelings were resentment when, in reality, I didn’t know how to deal with the way I’d always been drawn to her.

And now?

There was no going back.

I pulled away, careful not to wake her, and sat up. Adrian stirred beside her but didn’t wake, his arm still protectively wrapped around her waist, his brow furrowed even in sleep.

I grabbed my boots and jacket, slipping them on before tending tothe fire, adding more wood to keep the heat going. It wasn’t much, but the warmth inside the wreckage kept us alive.

I needed to check the traps.

The momentI saw the empty snares and traps, my stomach twisted.

We had gotten lucky yesterday, but luck didn’t keep you alive.

Food did. If I didn’t find something soon, things would get really bad, really fast.

I ran a gloved hand down my face, exhaling sharply. I stared at the lifeless snow-covered ground as if it might magically produce another rabbit.

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