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years of living here, it became normal for me, but Gran’s house ? No one cared, and I couldn’t save it. I
tried, I did, I tried to save it. But the more I ran and got water,
something else would catch and go up in flames. The only
possessions I have left is whatever Hawk grabbed from my apartment
and if I know Andrew, that isn’t much. I told myself I will not
cry, I will not let the town people get to me again. I’m stronger
than that. All my life I had no one but Gran. I love my dad, but he
was there because he had to. I’m a constant reminder of my mom,
well the chunkier version of her. Why can’t I stop shaking?
    “It’s an adrenaline rush. You’re coming down
from it. Here, eat this.” Hawk passes me what looks like a bar of
something. I shake my head. I’m not hungry, just shaky.
    “Eat it, chéri ,” Wolf snaps at me. I
lift my hand and take the bar Hawk opened for me before taking a
bite. It tastes of peanut butter and chocolate. Not bad, but I
don’t feel better. I finish the bar and hand the wrapper to Hawk as
we drive off. I don’t know where we are going, but I do know Andrew
won’t get me there. I watch as the world starts to get hazy and
black.
    I wake with a jolt. Where am I? Am I moving?
So many question, but the musky smell makes me hum with excitement.
It is yummy, and not cake and jambalaya good, but a hot sexy man
good. My eyes pop open and see that someone is holding me.
    “Sleeping Beauty wakes.” Wolf is holding me
and walking. Shit, I’m gonna break his back.
    “You can put me down, I know I’m not light.”
He starts walking up the stairs. Fear grips me and instantly I grab
around his neck praying he won’t fall or drop me on my bubble
butt.
    “You’re light as a feather, and I gotcha.
Just relax, we are almost there.” I take a chance and lift my head
to see Hawk already ahead of us and a door wide open. Huh, I would
have thought they would drop me off at a motel or something, maybe
their office. But the more he walks the more I realize this is
their place. Wolf sets me down on a couch before leaving, I’m
shocked. Their apartment is small, maybe a little bigger than mine
and it is hard to imagine two grown men, and as large as both of
them are, living here.
    “Drink.” Lifting my head to the voice, Hawk
holds his hand out with a cup. Taking it, because I’m thirsty, I
nod my thanks. Smelling it, I can tell it is whiskey, and I drink
it quickly. I enjoy the welcome burn as it warms my insides. I’m
not much of a drinker and despite my size, I’m a lightweight. I had
a friend I went to school with who is like a size zero and she can
drink everyone under the table.
    “So, um, thanks for everything, but I should
be going now and find a place to stay.” I make to stand, but Hawk
and Wolf stand in front of me, arms crossed across their chests.
Both have a scowl on their face. “What, do I smell or something?” I
look down and see my clothes are a hot mess and I raise my arm, and
yikes. I reek, despite my shower this morning
    “You’re staying here.” Say what ? I
look at both of them, and I swear they can be twins, except Hawk
has longer hair and silver eyes and Wolf is scruffy and has blue
eyes. But their expressions are similar. Damn them both.
    “Look, guys, I thank you for helping me when
I went a little psycho, and for hunting down the rat bastard, but I
can’t stay here.”
    “Why not?” Hawk asks.
    “Because, well I’m sure you don’t want me
here, and there is no room for me.”
    “You can have my room, problem solved and yes
we want you here,” Wolf answers this time.
    “Well, I gotta work and stuff.”
    “You quit, you’re not going back there,” Wolf
says as if I have already agreed upon this. I stand this time,
though be it on shaky legs.
    “Look, I appreciate everything you all have
done for me, but I’m a big girl, and no I’m not talking about just
my size, but I have bills to pay, and things like that. You might
hate the town, Lord

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