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I look down and realize that McKay is fingering her clit as she glides her hips across his lower abdomen. Donovan leans over, grabs her tits with both hands, and then… I don’t know. I can’t articulate anything.

We become something other.

Something more.

Something new.

Indie’s back arches, and Donovan grabs her hair, pulling her head back so he can lean over and kiss her mouth.

She pants hard. And then she goes still and I know she’s close.

McKay moans, maybe feeling her pussy contracting around him. And this moan creates a vibration against my cock, and then I’m moaning and pushing McKay’s head down.

Indie squeals and stiffens. Donovan slaps her ass with his free hand, still yanking on her hair. And it cracks into the still quiet of the room.

McKay grabs Indie’s breasts and squeezes them and then… everything happens at once.

Donovan pulls out and spills his release all over Indie’s ass.

McKay looks up towards the ceiling and closes his eyes. I pull my cock out of his mouth and he grits his teeth as he spills himself inside Indie.

Indie presses her head against McKay’s chest, muttering, “Fuck. Holy shit. Holy fuck,” in a sexy whisper as her whole body quivers.

And then I pump my dick a few times and explode all over her back.

CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX - NATHAN

TWENTY YEARS AGO

I can hear them all in the woods.

Small feet. Some running. Some not.

Loud voices. Some crying. Some not.

Some acting their age. Some not.

Those who do act their age will die tonight. Not right away. There is a ritual to perform. But they will be dead by morning.

So you hide first, Nathan. You hide in the river and let all the others run.

You do not cry.

You do not scream.

And you do. Not. Watch.

These are all my grandfather’s words. But he has repeated them so many times over the last week, they are stuck in my head with nowhere to go. They echo around inside me.

He made me practice that. Every day, at least twice. Because before he came to the island to visit me, I only knew how to count to twenty. But it’s not that hard. He said, “Numbers have a pattern. And you just follow the pattern. Everything has a pattern. And if you know what it is, you will always win, Nathan. This is a cheat. And I’m sorry to say this, son, but you were born into a world where the only way to win is to cheat. I’m here to help you cheat.”

So I ran right to the river. Just like he told me.

Then I got in. Got cold. Started shivering. And I listened.

“You wait there,” he said. “You wait there and do not leave the river. You’re gonna get very cold, Nathan. Your body will go numb. But cold and numb is better than dead every day of the week.” Then he took my face in both hands and stared into my eyes. His are blue, almost silver, like mine. And he said, “I’m counting on you. I need you to live, do you hear me?”

And I nodded yes.