“Where’s Quill?” I ask, still feeling weirdly nervous.
“He’ll be here soon,” promises Liam. He hands me a shot and I drink it at once, wrinkling my nose because I don’t usually drink. But nerves are inexplicably twisting in my stomach, and I’m hoping the drink will settle them.
I donotwant Quill to think I’m chicken.
Once I’ve downed my drink, I suddenly realize Liam is looking at me with that old gloating expression. The sadistic one that used to tell me I was about to be in big trouble at Quill’s hands.
Only now, Quill isn’t here.
“Where’s Quill?” I ask again.
In a flash, Liam’s got my wrists imprisoned, and he’s dragging me down to the bed.
“Liam!” I cry out. “What the hell—”
One of his hands slams against my mouth, while the other lifts up my frumpy skirt. Then I hear the zipper of his fly, and my mind reels from the horrific comprehension that hits me like a truck.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. I’m fucked.
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I must have detached at some point, or maybe even passed out, because the next thing I’m aware of is opening my eyes, my vision blurry. My whole body is sore, and I feel weird. Like I’ve just downed a full bottle of vodka, instead of just one shot. Ibarely drink, and I’m a lightweight, but still. One shot shouldn’t do that.
Did they drug me?
No. Liam. Liam was the only one here. Why am I thinking in plurals?
Flashes suddenly torture my mind, flashes of Dane holding me down, his hand on my mouth, as Liam drove into me…
I scrunch my eyes up, trying to get rid of the horrible visions clawing at me.
Then I hear voices rumbling in the distance.
“What the fuck, Liam? What the hell were you thinking?”
“Well, you joined in, didn’t you?”
“I didn’t exactly have a choice. Had to figure something out.”
“And you did, so relax. Just, whatever you do, don’t accidentally drop your phone in a bowl of punch in the next hour, and we’ll be fine.”
“Fuck, Liam.”
“What I mean is, guard your fucking phone with your life, if you want to live.”
“I know what you mean. And stop laughing about it, you sick fuck. Phone or not, you’re going to fucking get us—oh. She’s awake.”
I hear a loud, hiccupy sob, and realize it’s mine a second too late, as both of them open the door and walk in.
Dane and Liam.
My body is cold as I hiss out in a broken voice, “He’ll kill you. Quill will fuckingkillyou.”
I see them exchange a quick glance, and then Liam snorts. “Quilltoldus to do this.”
I stare at them, my throat suddenly very parched. “He… what? No. He wouldn’t. He wouldn’t.”
“Well, he did,” shrugs Liam, grabbing my clothes, making me suddenly realize I’m stark-naked.
