Forty Four - You Can Go To Hell Too
Chloe sniffled quietly.
It no longer smelt like dirty oil.
Actually, it smelt like... Nathaniel.
Chloe who was still in between realms frowned. She tried to recall how she got home. She remembered giving Markings her response.
She had no choice, she had to agree to help him even though she hated it. It was the only way to ensure she wouldn't get exposed in the worst way.
But then, it was all already way too complicated. She wasn't going to help Markings yet she could not tell the guys what Markings wanted. If she exposes Markings, Markings definitely wouldn't hesitate to announce her identity and mission.
Finally, she reached absolute consciousness, and immediately, she felt huge hands rubbing through her legs with intended caution. Slowly, her eyes fluttered open and with a single look, she knew why it smelt like Nathaniel around her.
She was in his room.
On his bed.