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That was pretty fucking good.

So responsive, her pretty pussy already wet before I even…

I shake the thought from my head as I start pacing again.

I can’t think about that right now.

Throwing caution to the wind that way, it’s one of the reasons I’m convinced that I’m nearing the end of my life.

I’m so goddamn hungry that my more primal instincts are getting harder to keep under control. And if I don’t eat something soon, I’m liable to do far worse than using a sex toy on the woman who kidnapped me.

Then eventually I’ll hit the point of no return. I’ll end up permanently feral and either go on a killing spree that will result in Davina finding me before she kills me, or I’ll just wither up and die.

And both of those options really suck.

No pun intended.

I groan at that stupid thought and look at Roger, relieved he’s perfectly fine and sound asleep.

Which is miraculous because whoever it is that just showed up at this house is loud.

“Hey, bro. What’s with the surprise visit?”

My ears perk up at that, and I lean toward the door, trying to eavesdrop the best I can.

And I do it while I ignore the second wave of relief that hits me in as many minutes because that dude is Zia’s brother.

Probably.

Hopefully.

Either way, I’m ignoring the feeling because why would I be jealous of my relatively unhinged abductor having a man in her life?

I immediately scowl at that.

If Zia had a man in her life, she shouldn’t have let me use that toy on her. I mean, by human morals anyway, and I’m not really into sharing, not after what happened with Davina and… oh my god, why am I even thinking about this!

Firmly patting my cheeks, I resume listening at the door.

“Don’t give me that shit, Zia.”

“What shit? I don’t know what you’re talking about. Everything is—”

“Kiza told me about the second body.” The male voice grunts as the front door closes.

Well, now I know my senses are somewhat on target. I figured there were two bodies in this house at some point, so the validation is nice.

“I, uh, it won’t happen again. I promise. I swear even. No more bodies,” Zia says in a relatively sincere tone.

“There weren’t supposed to be any, Azizia. None. You came up here to hide, not draw so much fucking attention to yourself that I have to come up and check on you to make sure you’re sticking to your word.”

Up here? He said it too, so I’m not wrong in assuming Zia is from down below in some way.

This is Idaho, so I guess it’s up from somewhere, but neither of them has accents that would indicate they’re from any of the southern states.

Then again, I’m pretty convinced Zia isn’t human, so there’s no telling what up is in reference to.

“I know, but I needed a place to stay, and this house was kind of perfect,” Zia says. “I can’t exactly live in a box or something. Besides, you took care of all that already. What’s done is done, so let’s just move on. You want some beans?”