Page 113 of Rogue's Path
“Steak…and something warm like a cup of soup, anything but mushroom. The steak needs to be medium-rare.”
I fail at holding back a laugh.
“That’s the way you like it, too.”
“Sure is.”
***
Peaches yawns. “That was so good.” She leans back against my side.
A long day and a good steak have me ready to pass out. “Time for us to go to bed.”
Peaches doesn’t move.
“But you’re going to have to sleep in your own bed tonight. I don’t trust myself not to kiss you.”
She doesn’t respond because she’s already fallen asleep.
I must be really tired, because carrying her to bed is harder than normal.
Sweet dreams, Peaches. Tomorrow we ride.
New Story
Dylan
Why does my head feel heavy and woozy? Rogue and I had a drink with dinner, but we didn’t get drunk. Not even close.
My arms and legs feel heavy.
Almost impossible to move.
Like they’re tied down to the bed.
I’m tied down to the bed.
I’m tied down to the bed.
Open your eyes and figure out how to escape.
Where’s Rogue?
It’s a fight to even get my eyes open.
They are open, right? Why can’t I see anything?
Am I dead?
Maybe I died, and I didn’t realize it.
Would you be thinking about dying if you were actually dead? You’re tied to a bed in a dark room, just like the scene in the last book you published. The one your stalker promised to recreate with you.
This better be a nightmare.
The worst nightmare in the history of nightmares.
An epic nightmare that should be recorded in history books.
