Maggie Norris and Luke Vaudest come with attitudes of stone-cold, rude, sarcastic snakes. Every single time the pair have clashed, it has never ended up being a good thing. The two are more than fine with never crossing paths, again.
Until Maggie d...
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"My level of sarcasm's gotten to a point where I don't even know if I'm kidding or not." — Unknown ————————————————————
Chapter 17 <—————————————>
Maggie
My lids fluttered until I felt the light force right through my blinds, and into my eyes. I groaned, pulling the blanket across my shoulders.
Something had changed. The room was different from when I went to sleep, I felt it. It was toasty and warm.
My eyes snapped open, entirely. I attempted to clear my mind enough to ask why it was so warm in here. Jax hadn't paid the gas bill yet, he was waiting on his check from the restaurant today.
Slowly, I lifted myself from my spot. I pressed my back against the headboard, using the back of my hand to swipe at my face.
I did feel better, way better than I had yesterday, but I needed some type of food in my soon. My stomach was empty, and my dry throat wasn't doing any better.
I concentrated on the most important factor: why was it so toasty in here?
I glanced over the room for the source of heat, but my stand caught my attention first. A glass of water, and a bowl of soup sat atop it. I lifted the water first, but just as I did, a piece of paper sunk right onto my lap. My curiosity heightened before I picked it up.
Drink and eat this shit. Don't worry about coming back until you feel better, brat. No way in hell you're getting me sick, too. And, don't die either. You're not getting out of our deal that easy, Norris.
— Luke.
I reread the contents of the note so many times, my eyes burned. Trying to understand it was even more troubling.
My eyes fell to the soup, again, then the water. I didn't put them there.
Which meant that Luke had. I thought I'd dreamed him up, that he'd somehow found a way into my nightmares, but apparently not. He was real, and he had actually came and—
A small buzzing sound rattled through my quiet room.
My gaze jerked to the corner. How the hell I missed it the first time, I didn't know. An electric heater. There was a heater in front of me.
Luke came by.
Luke bought me a heater.
Luke brought me my pills, this water, and the soup.
I blinked, again and again. I had to be high. He must have drugged the water.
Except when my phone started to ring, I knew that I was entirely sober, and that this was reality. I blew out a breath, jumping between the phone and the heater. I went for the phone first.
