Page 169 of Sweetheart: Part One

I’d pushed it too far for too long—before Alastor, even.

I couldn’t lose consciousness, I had to… I had to do something… Soon. The door to the room… he’d left it open.

It was important…

Morethan important, my fingers were working without my permission, the tug of a command pushing me onwards.

Good.

This time, that was good…

I fumbled for my handbag, limbs like lead weights.

The zipper.

The lock.

I dragged it up to my face, trying to make the numbers on the silver metal lock focus. It blurred, impossible, and I whimpered as another stabbing heat pain shook me to my bones.

I grit my teeth, gasping for air.

No.

This couldn’t be happening now. My heat was the end of the road, but I needed longer… I had to get to my drugs, to put it off.

They didn’t love me yet.

It wasn’t just that. They didn’t just notloveme, they didn’t want me at all.

It was only Drake.

I choked a sob, time becoming hard to nail down as surges of stomach cramps blinded me. No one would know what was happening to me, though. The blockers would smother the scent and hormones… for now, anyway. Even if they were the cause of this agony.

I just had to reach my drugs.

The world swam in and out. I got the lock undone, my fingers shaking.

There was the faint click of heels… someone…Shit…

Someone was coming…

But with another pain hit—this one, so much worse—the world went dark, fading out on me all together.

When I returned, I was still curled up in silence.

Alone.

Thank god I was still alone.

The bottle was in my fist, I realised. I didn’t remember finding it. Or getting the lock open. Or anything.

How long had I been here?

“Hey!”

That was a voice.

Definitelya voice.

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