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224 pages, Kindle Edition
First published January 1, 2014
“We’re going to go in a side entrance,” Trent tells me, his eyes fixed on mine. I am powerless to ignore him and that stare. “Don’t make a sound. Don’t ask any questions. Don’t leave my side. Do you understand?”
“Yes.”
“Good.”
“Wait.”
His jaw clenches for a split second. “What?”
“Where are you taking me?”
“Inside the den,” he says slowly.
“No, I get that. I’m asking where you’re taking me once we’re inside. You’re obviously hiding me, but I want to know where.”
“Ryan’s room.”
“Does Ryan have a roommate I should worry about?”
“Yes and no.”
“You wanna take a second and spell that out for me?” I ask, feeling annoyed.
“Yes, Ryan has a roommate. No, you don’t have to worry about him.”
“Why not?”
“Because it’s me.”
“Hey, Trent, you’re back. Where did you go—“ Ryan’s voice dies out the second he sees me. Then it bursts to life again, far too loud. “What the f--!!! How did--?!?!”
“Hey, it’s one of the perks. You get good at it, the women start flocking to you.”
I point my finger at his mangled face. “Never again!”
He laughs all the way to the bathroom.
Now I’m wondering what better way there is to make sure it’s never stolen, never taken away like everything else that was ever mine, than to give it to someone. Someone who’s patient. Strong. Understanding. Someone who knows it’s worth so much more than a Benjamin, that you could never put a price on it, that it’s not rare because it’s hard to come by. It’s rare because it’s me. The last of me.
He’s so close, so close. It’s suffocating but I push past it because it’s worth it and I want it. I want this. I want him. I want me when I’m with him, when I’m strong and I’m fighting and I’m trying for other people. When I’m alive and I’m hopeful and I’m not just surviving. I’m living, I’m laughing and I’m in lo—
“Joss, you take the bed. I don’t know if they’ll make good on the promise of other mattresses but even if they don’t Trent and I will be fine on the floor.”
“I can sleep on the floor.”
“We all can sleep on the floor,” Trent says. “No one is saying you can’t. But it’s not very chivalrous for either of us to take the bed with a girl in the mix.”
“So you’re saying we’re all equal, but I’m a girl so I get the bed?”
“Doesn’t make any sense, does it?” He shrugs. “Maybe that’s why chivalry is dead. It’s dumb.”
Taylor glares down at him. “Were you sleeping?”
“No.”
“Are you lying?”
“Yes.”
“Perfect. They could have gotten out. Killed us all in our sleep.”



