TEASER!
A disaster plan forms in my mind as the door swings open. I lunge, arms extended in front of me. I search for the gun in his hand, but there’s nothing except—
Jackson grunts as I slam into him, knocking us into the door. Whatever liquid was in the cup in his hand—coffee, maybe, judging from the burn of it—spills over us. He doesn’t look at me as he hauls me further inside the room and dumps me on his bed.
— Jun 09, 2019 09:13AM
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