Page 168 of Ignite

Okay. So there are no similarities between our lives.

“I’m Abigail. But my work name is Angel. Same as you, Chelsea. I work for The Preacher in Ohio. It’s kind of fucked up, I guess, but the money is good. Our clients are mainly within the church. It’s a secret club I work in.”

Well, there seems to be a similarity there.

“Are you sure you don’t do sex work, Hallie? It’s nothing to be embarrassed about. It’s good money. Easy money most of the time,” Chelsea tells me.

I shake my head.

“I promise you. I really am a nurse. Full-time.” I hold up my hands.

No wonder they are both so stunning.

“This doesn’t make any sense. We can ask the rest of the girls when they arrive and the other two wake up. There has to be something or someone. You don’t just randomly get stolen from your night’s sleep for this shit.”

Abigail taps her long nail against her knee.

“I got taken from work. They just strolled in and took me straight to a Range Rover. They had to have known the owner to even step foot in my club.”

This makes no sense.

How am I here? Was this a mistake? What could they possibly want from a nurse?

The only thing that springs to mind is my relationship with Conan.

Suddenly my chest starts to feel tight. Just thinking about him. Having to explain all of this. Would he still want me? Knowing what I’ve had to do.

What if he’s in danger?

“W-we should probably get some rest,” I whisper, and my stomach starts growling louder than my words.

“There is some food to cook up left in a freezer box. Eat first?” Chelsea suggests.

A warmth spreads over me.

None of us deserve to die here.

“Okay.” I smile sweetly.

“So, a controversial opinion...” Abigail scoots closer to us.

“I think the Hunter of Inferno is hot as hell. I just get this feeling. Even though his voice is distorted. I just think, to come up with this, he has to have one hell of a kink. Don’t you think?”

Chelsea shrugs.

“I don’t know. Some old, ugly ass men have some kinks. But then, the challenge was interesting.”

I swallow.

“What did you guys have to do?”

I don’t even want to talk about mine, but strangely with these two girls, they’re so open and honest, I don’t feel embarrassed. We are all in the same shitty boat here.

And we end up chatting about everything and anything for hours, until my eyes can’t physically stay open anymore.

I guess, as last nights on the planet go, this wasn’t as awful as it could have been.

But I’d rather be drifting off with Conan’s strong arms wrapped around me.

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