Fuck that.
She wasnota weak human who hid in a storage closet every time something overworked her stupid heart. She could endure the looks, the jeers, the insults. She had to be strong, because if she wasn’t, who would protect the other women? They had enough to worry about, adjusting to Heck and their new lives. Rosalind couldn’t burden them when all she had to worry about were her own little breathing issues.
Thoseshe could just shove away again, now that she could suck in enough air.
She rolled her shoulders then opened the door.
“Gotcha.”
She shut it.
“Rosalind,” Mozke whined from the other side, tapping a clawed finger against the wood. “It’s too late. I know where you are.”
“How long have you been standing out there?”
“Do you really want me to answer that?”
Rosalind blushed but opened the door a crack.
Mozke’s pursed lips and folded arms were both endearing and devastating. “We really need to talk about your resting heart rate. That’s not normal.”
“I don’t want to talk about it.”
“How are youmorewound up after getting fucked into oblivion?”
Rosalind didn’t muffle them in time, only managing to wave her arms frantically in the air as she hiss-whispered, “Are you seriously still mad at me?Youwere the one encouraging me to go out for a night!”
“But that was before your beauty blinded the twodelicioushunks who took you home. I’ve never seen Dav hold hands with?—”
Rose threw her hands over her ears. “No, nope. I don’t want any more.”
Mozke smirked. “Is it because you know you’ll have no self-restraint if you find out more about them?”
“I’m not having this conversation with you when I’m still standing in a storage closet.”
“Come here and give me a hug,” they teased, opening their arms wide.
“Nice try. I know exactly what you’ll do when I step out.”
“Remind you that having multiple partners who deliver mind-blowing orgasms and an almost-instantaneous intellectual and emotional connection is the basis for a very healthy relationship?”
Rosalind shook her head so fast that she hadto fix one of the pins holding her hair behind her ears. “Th-that’s… I d-don’t…”
Mozke rolled their eyes as she stuttered out nonsense, then raised a finger with each item. “No time, too busy, preoccupied, not enough hours, too much work?—”
“Now you’re just repeating yourself.”
“I’m not as good at lists as you and Davarox.”
“Mozke! I told you that in confidence.”
“Fine, but if I can get as much done as I do and still have a personal life, so can you.”
Rosalind arched a brow, leaning a shoulder against the jamb. “You get work done?”
“How dare you? Just for that, I’m sending you to get me a bronzeberry scone. But not the garbage you’ve been getting lately.” They gently tugged her out of the storage closet. “Go a little farther to Lovable Loaf. They don’t skimp. Andyouwant to try their spiced biscuit.”
“Now I’m your errand human too?”
