The pain in my legs made me gasp if I stretched my foot out the wrong way, and each gasp only triggered the pain in my ribs.
We’ve barely started the chapter and it’s already not a good one for various ribcages.
The air was heated, though there were no fires in the immediate area. The hot, smoke-filled air combined with the pain in my ribs to punish even my shallower breaths.
So. You wanted to be a cape, Taylor?
“The fuck are you doing here?” Bitch asked.
Good to see you too.
I drew my knife and held it by the blade, extending the handle towards her. “Helping.”
Firmness. She’s not asking if Bitch wants help, and certainly not if she needs help, she’s just… “I’m helping whether you like it or not, now take this knife.”
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