Total pages in book: 71
Estimated words: 69847 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 349(@200wpm)___ 279(@250wpm)___ 233(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 69847 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 349(@200wpm)___ 279(@250wpm)___ 233(@300wpm)
“They did,” Crimson said as she came up to my side with an empty container in her hands. One that we usually used for the frozen rats we used to feed the snake. “Snake is fed, too. They miss you, though. That little asshole Coco ate and ran, not even stopping to look at me in thank you.”
Together we walked toward Hades and Val who each had a platter of food in front of them.
Neither one of them had touched it yet.
To say that all the Singh girls had issues with food would be an understatement. Our dad had definitely done a number on us, always making sure that we stayed looking ‘good’ according to him.
“Why aren’t y’all eating?” Crimson said as she sat down and took a giant biscuit.
Hades and Val stopped snickering the moment I walked into the sister huddle.
“What are you two laughing at?” I griped as I shimmied to the coffee that was on the edge of the food trailer.
Coffey gave me a chin lift and went back to manning the grill.
The grill that Coco was definitely looking at and licking her lips.
Val nudged Hades, and then Hades sighed.
“Well…” She looked at me, then quickly looked away.
“Tell her, or I will,” Val ordered, her eyes now narrowed.
Val was our big sister. Generally, we tried to give her what she wanted, because if you didn’t, she was going to make you wish you did.
But I didn’t need the nudge from Val to know something was up. Hades was acting shifty. And that was her lying face.
“Well, what?” I asked.
“I might, or might not have, fibbed a little yesterday.” She looked away, biting her lip. “I was just really mad at you for taking off and leaving us with a shit ton of work because you couldn’t take a joke…and I’m sorry for being how I am.”
I had no clue what she was talking about.
Val nudged me and I looked over to find her holding out an iPad.
On that iPad was a photo of the same girl as yesterday that’d been with Slone. Only this time, she was with a very handsome blonde guy that looked vaguely familiar.
“Who is that?” I asked, not quite understanding.
“That’s Thor’s wife,” Val drawled. “And that photo Hades showed you was photoshopped.”
“The one of Slone?” I found myself asking very casually.
Meanwhile, inside my chest, I was losing my absolute shit.
If she said yes, I wasn’t going to be responsible for my actions.
“Yes,” she answered, not looking sorry at all.
Maybe if I was in my right frame of mind, I would’ve looked at the photo harder, and realized that it was photoshopped.
Now that I was thinking about it, I remembered Slone telling me that he had a single suit that he wore everywhere, and it was the only one he planned on getting.
The suit he was talking about was black. The one he was ‘photographed’ in was navy blue.
I fisted my hands and stared in rising anger at her, hoping she’d take back what she’d just said, but knowing she wasn’t going to.
“This is the last time this’ll ever happen, because I quit,” I snapped.
Then I threw a punch at my sister.
Which, sadly, was about the same time that Coco jumped down to launch herself at the steak that was on the grill.
With one swift move, she had it in her mouth and she was running away.
My fist connected with Hades’s jaw, and then Coco’s hurry to get away upended the table between us.
Coffey yelled, but the very last thing I saw before everything went black was my face getting way too close to the bench that was between us all.
What a perfect time for my narcolepsy to rear its ugly head.
I groaned as the light above my face became the bane of my existence.
I’d arrived at the damn hospital an hour ago, for Christ’s sake, and was still sitting in the exact same spot I had been when I’d arrived.
These poor nurses.
I tried to move my neck as much as I could, and realized the only thing that was really hurting was my collar bones where the damn neck brace was digging into my skin.
Now the rest of me? That was a different story.
When I came to, I was having a neck brace fitted around my neck, and two hunky firefighters were leaning over me.
I’d done it again. I’d either fallen asleep or my muscles had gone numb on me, and then promptly hit my head on what I was later told by Keene was the metal bench I’d previously been sitting on.
Fast forward, I was taken to the hospital with the assurance that I needed checked out despite not wanting to go, and the promise that they would contact my family—that wasn’t allowed to come. I didn’t know why they couldn’t come, but at the time I was still partially confused and hadn’t thought to ask questions.