When we got back to the house, Sophie was exhausted and I encouraged her to take a nap. I snuck into the garage where Griffin was just finishing up. "It turned out beautifully," I told him, running my hand over the smooth, cool wood. "They're going to love it."
He looked pleased. "Thanks. How's Sophie?"
I sat hard on the little stump. "Griff." He knelt in front of me. I told him everything. He swore softly.
"I'm going to kill Franklin," I tried my bold statement out again. To his credit, Griff didn't try to talk me down. He just nodded like that was the best idea he'd heard all day. I loved him so much for it. I pushed him over and straddled him. "I hate him."
"I hate him too," Griffin agreed. And I believedhim. His whole body was taut as though his blood was bigger, swelling his veinsand muscles. I kissed him hard, furiously. The very tone of his skin seemed to darkenwith his anger. His pores were oaky, and when I tasted his neck the strength ofthe tree enticed my mouth to open wider over him. Griff put his hands in myhair and brought my face to his eyes that looked rough as sandpaper at themoment. In contrast, his voice was smooth and soft, "I would never, Luce." Istraightened my arms, pushing myself up a little so I could take in his wholegorgeous, complex, face. "I know." And I dipped back down to taste him again.
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Three Converts
General FictionLucy is born into a community that requires its members to recruit three people before they turn twenty. Or pay the price.
