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“Nothing to talk about,” I sulk.
“Bullshit,” she snaps and points to the couch. “Sit.”
I dart my eyes to Soul, who stands there like an idiot and shrugs, and then to Cece, who’s grinning like a damn fool. Finally, I do as I’m told and stomp to the couch to sit.
“Well?” I snap when no one says anything.
Jez plops down on the couch next to me and turns to curl a leg underneath her ass. Soul sits on the oversized recliner across from us, and Cece sits on his lap.
“Why does this feel like a fucking intervention?” I ask no one in particular.
“Because, maybe on some level, you know that’s what you need,” Cece says quietly.
I bite my tongue as I stare at her, knowing that if I say what I want to say, Soul will end my miserable existence.
“It’s not a damn intervention,” Jez snaps and then looks apologetically at Cece. “Sorry.”
Cece smiles, and I’m reminded of just how sweet she is. “No need to apologize. I’m just happy to be included.”
“You are too fucking good for Soul,” I say with a grin. “Leave him and run away with me.”
“Would you knock it the fuck off?” Soul snaps. “She’s not leaving me. And no one is running anywhere with you. You wanna run, you’re on your own.”
I heave a sigh and lean into the throw pillows Jez has on her couch. For a chick who isn’t at all girly, she sure has some girly shit.
“I’m here, aren’t I?” I counter. “Not running.”
“I could use some help up here!”
I jump to my feet at Abyss’s shout from upstairs, and without thinking, race up the steps to the spare room. When I stride through the bedroom door, I freeze. I was so eager to get away from the others that I forgot I’d be running into the lion’s den, so to speak.
“What the fuck are you doing here?”
I cross my arms over my chest and scowl at my brother. He’s sitting on the edge of the bed, holding Apple’s hand while Abyss tries to insert an IV into the crook of her other arm. There are drops of blood on the white sheet under her arm, and she has her head turned away from me.
“He’s here because I need help,” Abyss says, his focus remaining on his task.
“I can help,” Mark snaps.
Abyss lifts his head and shakes it. “It won’t do anyone a damn bit of good if I have to work with the remnants of what you ate for breakfast in the way.”
“There’s a needle sticking out of my arm,” Apple comments dryly. “Can you two argue later?”
“Sorry, darlin’,” Abyss says as he lightly pats her arm. “But your boyfriend needs to get over whatever beef he has with Malice so I can help you.”
“He’s not my boyfriend.”
“I’m not her boyfriend.”
Mark and Apple speak at the same time, and both chuckle. It’s annoying as hell.
“Look, you two can make googly eyes at each other later,” I bark as I stride across the room and stand next to Abyss. “Mark doesn’t like the sight of blood, and Abyss doesn’t like seeing people puke. As for me, I don’t like watching fuck buddies flirt at inappropriate times.”
“We’re not fu—”
“Abyss, whaddya need me to do?” I ask.
“Dig through my medical bag and find me a pediatric needle,” he instructs. “It’ll have a pink stripe on the packaging. Her veins are small, and I don’t wanna blow one out if I can help it.”
