Maisie
I snatched it off the desk swiftly.
Thankfully, Cole had been too focused on my face to see it.
It'd been happening more frequently than I could help.
The voice in my head getting louder. Different parts of me morphing. Yesterday, I'd had fangs for teeth when I woke up. And when I had opened the kitchen door, I tore off the entire thing from its hinges.
Whatever Jericho had done to suppress it had begun to rebound. She was closer to the surface. I didn't know if I was ready yet. But, either way, it was coming soon.
"So, what do you say, Maisie?" Cole's droning drew me back to the present. "With me, you wouldn't need to be collecting scraps from underneath tables anymore. I'll even be nice and fuck you gently the first few times… if you get on your knees and beg like the desperate little slut you are."
Slut.
Jenny was instantly there. "Leave her alone, Cole. Nobody wants to be subjected to that infected lump between your legs anyway."
