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Their grins turned to dropped jaws as I detailed Rhone cleaning Ryker's cum out of me—and replacing it with his own.

If the man wanted to play games by declaring me his and saying he wasn't mine, I'd fucking play.

I textedOren for a bit after I got back to my observation room.

Me

How did you make yourself start eating food without vomiting? And how long did it take?

Oren

I never struggled to eat human food

Me

What?

How?

Oren

I assume your issue with food has more to do with your mental state than physical

I stared down at the device.

He'd definitely just insulted me.

Like I needed help realizing that I was a mess.

Shutting off my phone, I curled up under the scratchy blankets on my uncomfortable bed and eventually managed to get a little sleep despite the bloodlust making my throat feel like fire and the nightmares waking me in a pool of sweat repeatedly.

I hadno idea what time it was when a pair of thick arms carried me out of bed and down a hallway. I grumbled something at the marshmallowy smell that was obviously Rhone.

He ignored the sound.

"Welcome to your new apartment, Trouble." Rhone set me down on a large bed that was far more comfortable than the one in my observation room. I tried not to bury myself in the luxurious sheets and blankets immediately, but failed.

Maybe some part of my old self was still in there. I'd always preferred to sleep wrapped uplike a burrito.

"I live across the hall. I'll be checking every morning and night to make sure you're in here. If you aren't, we're going to have a problem."

"What are you going to do, lock me out of my observation room?" I mumbled into the blankets. "Risk everyone in the tower?"

"You're not a risk. And I will if I have to."

I sighed into the blankets.

The apartment's door shut hard, and I heard a lock sliding into place.

Fantastic.

CHAPTER FIVE

rhone

I leanedup against the cabinets in my kitchen, an apple in one hand and my phone in the other, glaring down at the screen.

Maverick