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Grant kept a straight face How he an was all over the place, sos considered

“Well? What do you think?” she asked, shoving her splayed fingers through her brown hair “Should I ask Kit and Kemper for help this time, or play Russian roulette with my life? If you were in my brothers’ shoes, would you help, Grant?”

Fuck Now, she’d gone too far “Careful, Morgan,” Blake warned “You’re treading on dangerous ground”

“Quicksand ishis fair atte a poker face

Her eyes flickered with malice “May I finish my story?”

“We’re listening,” Grant replied “But know this, Morgan Weon your every word, but we’re not your brothers We won’t buy everything you sell”

She shrugged, took a big intake of air, and continued “So anyway, I asked for a few days to pull the cash together, he granted them, kicked me to the curb anyhow, and I went back and robbed hiet out of town”

Blake leaned forward and listened to her story, refusing to go to her He could easily proain, but Morgan didn’t need that Oh no, she needed to own her ure out how to overcome them without their assistance

They would help her But they couldn’t beat this thing for her

As he watched her, Blake noticed everything about her The dark circles encased her pretty green eyes, and thanks to the bags under thean looked older than her twenty-four years Her thin lips treers, entwined and positioned on her lap

Froh and shoulders back Now, the self-assurance she once possessed didn’t exist She slumped in her chair, the air of confidence not at all obvious in the way she presented herself

“Where did you go after you left the dopehead?” Grant asked, crossing his arms over his chest “You said you’ve been clean a few days You haven’t been here Kit and Kemper just left yesterday Obviously, you didn’t know that Where did you stay?”

“Kilo would’ve found ht a bus to Nashville”

“Kilo is who?” Grant asked

“He was my boyfriend, dealer, whatever you want to call him”