“He gulps air hungrily. “I”—he coughs—“will always”—another breath—“do what’s best for you.” I blink rain and tears from my lashes. “Jeb is dead!” My shout strains my throat and the tendrils holding my heart together. Dizziness rushes in and I wobble. I gather my bearings and drag Morpheus closer. More vines erupt from my skin, wrapping him from his waist to his chest. “How can that be what’s best for me? Answer me!” “Skater girl.” The voice comes from behind, not from Morpheus’s com...pressed vocal cords. I drop the vine from his neck, but the others hold position. I can’t turn around, afraid I’m imagining things. “Look, I get that he’s a pain in the ass.” A strong, familiar hand touches my bare elbow and the heat stings my cuts. “But it’d be more sporting with a king-size flyswatter. Set him down, huh?” Morpheus holds my gaze, a smug smirk quivering at his lips.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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