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set it down hard on the counter. She can feel it in the air around me – the restlessness. But she doesn’t run from it. Instead she waits and she watches, and when I stand up in front of her she takes hold of my shoulders because she needs it too, for reasons of her own.
    I don’t ask what they are and she doesn’t question mine.
    I take hold of her hips and lift her easily onto the surface behind her. Her arms come around my neck and I pull her to the edge where her body hits mine, her legs wrapping around me so warm and soft. She’s perfect, the kind of girl Marlow’s old ugly ass could never pull, no matter how much money or power he has, no matter how many men he controls. She’d never touch him like this. Never look at him the way she’s looking at me. It’s the one power I have that he’ll never know and I growl as I take her mouth roughly, my hands sliding up inside her shirt high until I find her bare skin, round and rolling. She moans weakly and I work her until she’s rubbing against me, begging for more. More friction, more feeling, more of me.
    “I got something you want, Sin?” I ask her breathlessly.
    She rolls her hips, grinding against me. “Yes.”
    I drag my hand down the front of her body to the place that’s so eager for me. She gasps when my fingers go lower, slip deeper. When I press down with the pad of my thumb and circle her slowly.
    Her body sags forward against me. “Oh God,” she moans. “Faster.”
    “You want me to touch you?”
    “Yes.”
    “You want me on you? Inside you?”
    “Yes,” her hands grip my shirt, balling it in her fists, “Vin, yes.”
    I quickly unhook my belt and lower my zipper as she shimmies out of her shorts. I pull a condom from my pocket, tear it open with my teeth, and roll it smoothly down.
    I don’t take her. I don’t just have her. She gives herself to me, clinging to me and begging me. Clawing at me and kissing me like I’m something real, something she wants more than her next breath. Like I’m not a poor ass runaway drug mule and she’s not a rich bitch killing time. She’s just Sienna now, a gorgeous girl with a body to wet dream about for the rest of my life and her hands are in my hair and my name is on her lips as I work the only magic I know. The only real power I have.
     
    ***
     
    “I hate this,” she says morosely.
    She’s lying on her back on the floor with me, both of us completely naked and worn out. We went at it from every angle for a good hour before collapsing together on the floor, both of us exhausted and sated. Until both of us broke past what we were burying and now it’s here in the room so full and real that I can feel her words more than hear them.
    “Hate what?” I ask.
    “Not knowing. I don’t know if my dad is alive or any of my friends. They’re probably all dead.”
    “You don’t know that.”
    “I haven’t heard from my dad since Tacoma went under. Erin hasn’t answered her phone in two days and Anderson never answered me. They’re dead, Vin.”
    “Probably,” I admit.
    “Do you think they’re dead dead or risen dead?”
    I shrug. “I don’t know.”
    “I hope they ate them,” she says quietly. “I hope they ate all of them until they were dead dead.” She laughs roughly, tears in her tone. “How fucked is that? I hope my friends and family were eaten alive.”
    I run my hand over my face and take a deep breath. “It’s not fucked. If I went down out there, I wouldn’t want to get back up, you know?”
    “You wouldn’t want to rise?”
    “Yeah.”
    “Yeah, me either.” She turns her head to look at me, her hair fanning out over the floor around her in shining strands I can still smell in my nose. I can still feel them in my hands. “If I get sick, don’t let me get back up, okay?”
    I nod my head slowly. “Okay.”
    “Do you want me to do the same for you?”
    “Do I want you to kill me?”
    “Yeah.”
    “No.”
    Her brow pinches. “I thought you didn’t want to