Total pages in book: 194
Estimated words: 187754 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 939(@200wpm)___ 751(@250wpm)___ 626(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 187754 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 939(@200wpm)___ 751(@250wpm)___ 626(@300wpm)
The Cold Peaks and Jackal County Search & Rescue.
The words are printed around an illustration of three snow-covered mountain peaks.
It feels like I’m going to vomit.
The scowl on Thorin’s face makes me quickly cover the front of my body with his shirt until he turns his head and directs it at Khalil. Wrestling Thorin’s shirt from my hands, Khalil tosses it at Thorin, and a pissing match ensues while I quickly cover my body with Khalil’s tank. It’s long enough to cover my ass and pussy, but my breasts are practically spilling out of the sides since I’m busty.
It’s obvious at this point that Khalil coming on me was a calculated move to get me out of Thorin’s shirt and into his.
As if it matters.
“We don’t have time for you to get your dick wet,” Thorin says coldly. “We should already be at the camp.”
Camp? There’s a camp? A camp for me? And they’re going?
“Well, maybe there would be time if you’d stop acting like she only belongs to you,” Khalil gripes back. “Twice, Thorin? Seth hasn’t even had his turn yet.”
“Like you care about anyone’s dick but your own,” Thorin returns.
My cheeks flame as I listen to them talk about me like I’m not a real person.
“At least I didn’t have to fuck her twice because I’m such a bad lay.”
“Sure. That’s why you didn’t fuck her twice.”
Catching the shade, Khalil growls. “It will be a cold day in hell before you have more stamina than me, Thayer.”
Lifting two eggs from the carton, I rise onto my toes as high as I can since they’re both tall as hell. I then use their heads to crack both eggs open and watch them freeze mid-argument when the yolk spills into their hair and down the sides of their scowling faces.
Seth forgets his pouting and starts howling, daring me to do it again.
“Hey, boneheads,” I say scathingly. “I’m right here, and for the record, I belong to me. Now get the hell out of my kitchen before I change my mind about feeding you.”
“Aurelia…”
Thorin doesn’t get more than my name out before I fist my hands, squeeze my eyes closed, and yell as loud as I can, “Geeeeeet ooooooout!”
SETH | EKEZ
“Sunshine is mad at me.” I lean against the island as Aurelia pours steaming coffee into three travel mugs. I’m close enough to touch her, but I don’t. I can’t bear to have her pull away from me like she did all during breakfast, which was actually not…that…bad.
“Yes, Seth. Sunshine is mad at you.”
“Why?”
Aurelia sets down the coffee pot with a thud and whirls around with her eyes narrowed. “Are you serious?”
I chew my lip when I realize it was a dumb question. I’m too used to Thorin and Khalil, who brush off my violence and make excuses for me when Zeke’s memories and mine take over.
“Is it because of last night?”
“You mean when I tried to help you, and you almost killed me?” She throws her hands on her hips, and I can’t help but remember the way Khalil held them as he used her to get himself off. It was all I could do not to reach inside my snow suit and stroke my own cock, but I didn’t think Sunshine would appreciate that since she was pissed at me. “Yes, Seth. It’s because of last night.”
“I’m sorry.”
“Save it.” She gives me her back again and puts the lids on the tumblers.
I don’t hang back this time, though. I step up behind her and wrap my arms around her waist.
She tenses but doesn’t shrug me off.
Progress.
“Some day, I’ll tell you about what happened to Zeke,” I promise. “I’ll tell you about him, and me, and Bane. I’ll tell you what they did to us, but only when you’re not mad at me so that you don’t think I’m fessing up to make you feel sorry for me.”
Aurelia tries at first to pretend she doesn’t care, but then she’s turning around in my arms and peeking up at me. “You said his name last night. Zeke. Who is he?”
I take her hands and place them on my face. “He’s who you should see when you look at me. This is his body, Aurelia. I just live in it.”
Her lips part to respond, but then she shakes her head. “I don’t understand.”
“Zeke and I share the same body, but we’re not the same people. We don’t just have different names. We have different memories, sometimes, and different mannerisms. We don’t always like the same things either. His favorite color is black. I like purple. We even sound different.”
I hold my breath, expecting her to freak out, but all she says is, “Purple? Wow. I wouldn’t have guessed that.”
“It looks fun,” I explain with a shrug. “I like fun.”
Finally, Aurelia grins at me, but it doesn’t last. I can see the wheels turning in her head and her struggling to name the pieces she’s putting together in her head. “So what you have is like…multiple personalities?”