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Sterling
I’m not strong enough to keep my distance. You’re safe?
I gulped and let a shiver run through me. Safe was… relative. He didn’t need to know about Searle’s… whatever we wanted to call what he’d done.
Winter [Sterling]
I’m in the archives. Off-limits to everyone not named MaryAnne and Summer.
Even Demetrius and Marcella weren’t allowed access to this part of the house. They had the key code to the door, and for them, it was the honor system. But a buzzer wentping!when someone opened the door, so nobody was about to sneak up on me with my contraband phone.
Sterling
I’m up on a barrack roof enjoying the sunlight. Training is done until three, and they still haven’t learned not to wager with me.
I laughed. The single males in the barracks were expected to do assorted chores if they weren’t gainfully employed, and there were frequent wagers involving said chores. A clever wolf could find themselves with extra leisure time if he had a consistent stream of victims.
Sterling
Did anyone realize you left the party early?
Between my legs throbbed with the memory of Searle’s grip.
Winter [Sterling]
Searle. Nobody else knows I snuck off. And yes, he was pissed.
I added a string of fire, gun, knife, explosion, volcano, and every other “anger” emoji I could find. But no red flags.
Sterling
Are you safe? Because you being safe was part of the deal.
Winter [Sterling]
I’m safe. He gets salty when I tell him to share. He wants me to himself.
Sterling
And I’m not even dead yet. I won’t fault him for having superb taste, and I too hate sharing.
But tell him I love you enough to share you. So he’s got a high bar to clear.
How about Iwouldn’tbe antagonizing Searle further, especially not about Sterling setting the standard to which all others would be compared.
Winter
I’m trying to figure out why my mother left me these two specific journals. Type at me while I work.
He proceeded to text me that he’d been doing some work, mostly with Ronald and this cursed Canadian deal, and Gazelle had been asking after me (my mother-in-law had made up excuses about a “bear attack” and I’d been in the hospital and now was recuperating at some remote glamsort) and given that rumor hadn’t leaked anywhere, he was impressed and perhaps should do a deal with Ronald just because Ronald seemed to be a higher order of scoundrel.
Arranging the drawings by date didn’t yield any results. I grouped them by type, then ink color. Nope. What other ways could I sort these?
I crawled up onto the table and took a photo of the drawings.
Winter [Sterling]
