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Not wanting to come without one of my men, I suppress my need and close the casket, even though I’m suddenly not tired anymore.
Tomorrow’s a new day.
If it’s even half as good as today, it’ll be awesome.
Nighty night.
Chapter
Forty
Day Two
“Stop bein’a little bitch and go talk to her,” Rot growls.
I can’t.
Not after last night.
Not after what I did.
Fuck.
My cheeks singe with another infuriating wave of embarrassment as I focus on my computer and continue to ignore Rot. He won’t leave, and I don’t have shit to say.
Coffin throws open my office door and enters without knocking. “I know why he’s holed up in here.”
“Why?” Rot asks.
Heaving my office chair backward as I stand, it crashes against the bookshelf, and I stalk to the bastard before he can open his mouth.
“He did what you did,” Coffin says as I slam my fist into his too-chiseled jaw, and the fucker stumbles backward, laughing his sadistic ass off.
“What did I do?” Rot sits on the edge of my desk, not the least concerned as I attack Coffin again, swinging and missing as he dodges my next strike.
“Calm down, fucker. Or you’ll hurt yourself.” He snorts.
Calm down?
Calm down?!
I came in my pants like a prepubescent teen when Sola touched me.
Reaching into my boot, I pull out my knife and rip it across my forearm. Blood rushes to the surface.
I don’t want to live like this.
“Oh. You big, fuckin’ baby. Stop it.” Coffin tears the knife from my hand before I do it again as Rot hops down to find the first aid kit I store in the bottom drawer of my desk.
Sighing, he pulls out whatever he needs to bandage me up as I let the blood drip down my arm and hand onto the floor.
Pissed off at… everything… I turn away from them.
It’s been forever since I’ve cut.
It doesn’t happen often, but it feels good.
The spike of adrenaline. The dull pain.
