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He goes to hug her, but I offer a glare and drag her back, closer to us.
“Fuck! Your bad luck better stay away from me!” he yells back. “Not enough Xanax in the world to deal with you!”
“What are you doing here?!” she blurts back.
Cinnamon might not see it, but I watch his ears tinge pink as he turns back to the stage. As he focuses on Olive walking out.
Olive blows a kiss to Cinnamon and Bran, and I think he might actually fall over from it.
“This one goes out to my best friend! Fire and Ice!”
Cinnamon’s eyes begin to water, and I yank her back into my arms, attempting to protect her from her pain. She leans back and looks up at me. “Always manhandling.”
But I can’t hear her, the crowd is too loud, and then Olive begins to sing.
“When we first met. You saved my life—”
Reuben and Kale crowd in around us, and we begin to dance in a disfigured beat.
“It didn’t take long to discover—”
Cinnamon reaches back, wrapping her arms around my neck. I duck down, capturing her lips.
“You are my fortune. My fate. Fire and ice. Carving our own path—”
Cinnamon groans into my mouth, and my cock hardens as she rolls against it.
“Will we make it out alive? I don’t know baby, that’s up to the world to decide—”
Kale moves to face Cinnamon, pressing her further into me. My memory flashes back to before. When we shared her.
Kale is less annoying when he’s bringing her pleasure.
“Sinful mistakes. Chaotic destruction. Fire and ice. Carving our own path—”
My hands on her waist squeeze infinitesimally tighter.
“My fortune, my wire. My best friend, Cinnamon—fuck!”
I jolt, my attention going to Olive.
Her eyes are wide in fear.
It only takes a few minutes to understand why. Beside us, a man shakes and falls to the ground.
A scream pierces the air, and then there are several, one after the other as more fall.
Reuben and Kale spin, flanking Cinnamon and watching all angles.
The poison is here.
Bran turns to face us, but then he begins to shake.
“Save him!” Olive shouts through the microphone, pointing to Bran.
Cinnamon breaks free of me, catching Bran before he falls. She rolls him on his side, shoving her fingers down his throat.
“What are you—”
