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She was right. We needed this information if those girls had any hope of surviving. I hated that it had to be her, but she was the only one we knew about. She was the one who was here.

I looked into her eyes and took a step forward. She held her ground. I bumped her chest with mine until she took a step back. Advancing on her until her back hit the wall.

“I fucking love you, Indigo Cambridge.”

Her mouth opened in a sharp gasp, and I pounced. I pressed her further into the wall as I covered her body with mine. I knew they were waiting for us, so I couldn’t do what I wanted to. But fuck her if she thought she was going anywhere. Fuck her if she thought she couldn’t be my first because of everything she’d been through.

She was fucking mine. And I was fucking keeping her, even if I had to chain her to my fucking bed.

I pushed my tongue into her mouth, and she melted into me. Her hands gripped my hips, her fingers dipping under the waistband as she pulled me closer.

Her soft whimpers escalated as I pushed my hard bulge against her, telling her what I wanted from her. My mouth trailed a line across her jaw to her ear.

“After this is over, I’m taking you to my room so I can fuck you. You can fight me; you can try to stop it. But you’re mine, Indie. I’m not fucking playing anymore.”

I pulled back away from her as she slumped against the wall. She stared at me, arousal mirrored on her face. Her throat bounced as she swallowed whatever protest she had.

I held out my hand without a word. She looked down at it before returning her eyes to me. A small smile rested on her lips as she took my hand.

We made the long walk downstairs together. Hand in hand. I wanted her to know she had me. I might not like what she was about to go through, but I had her back.

Haizley and King were in a corner arguing. She was stauncher in her opposition than I was. I wondered if Indie could pull her around the way she did me.

King noticed our hands clasped together and shook his head before putting his hand up in front of Haizley’s face. “Woman, enough.”

“Asshole,” Haizley muttered, then stomped over to stand in front of Indie. “I need to know you’re sure.”

Indie looked at me briefly before turning back to Haizley. “I’m sure. As I told Mimic, those girls are my sisters. We need to know the truth, for them.”

“I don’t like this one bit, but you’re right. It is your decision. I can’t stay though.”

She hugged Indie, then went to leave. Indie stopped her and asked, “Will you still be my friend?”

Haizley’s head tilted to the side as her eyes filled with tears. She pulled Indie in for another hug and whispered, “You’re stuck with me, bitch.”

Indie barked out a laugh, but I saw the tension leave her shoulders immediately. I wondered if Haizley’s answer had been different, would it have stopped her from doing this; however, looking at Indie, I knew it wouldn’t.

“Let’s get started.”

Chapter Twenty-Eight

Indie

I stared at the man behind the bars. He sat on a cot, slumped in the corner, glaring at me. King and Mimic argued behind me. I heard the noise, but the words were lost to me as I tried with everything I had to remember any type of classes I may have taken.

After Magyk rescued us, we spent weeks together traveling across the country, saying goodbye to each other. Every girl we dropped off triggered memories of our time together. Things we loved about each girl and things we didn’t.

There was no hatred of anyone. Alice could be difficult at times, but she was my friend. My sister. I still remember the day Magyk left us.

“Are you girls ready?” Magyk asked, looking over her shoulder at us as she sat behind the wheel of the large van she drove.

“I’m not sure we’ll ever be ready,” I confessed as I climbed out.

We all had new names, new histories. We couldn’t go home. Not yet. Going home meant we’d be found. I could never be Kate Porter again.

“I’m ready to be someone else,” Alice said, a smile spreading across her face. She was more optimistic than the rest of us. It was annoying at times. Alice was sarcastic and a borderlinebully, but she stuck up for the younger, smaller girls. Tried to help them acclimate to what we were expected to do.

“What about you?” I asked Jenny. She shrugged without answering.