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The echo of voices swirls around my head like the buzzing of bees. “Jesus Christ, Glyndon. That’s not how you’re supposed to do it.” My eyes fly open and the first thing I notice is that the weight on top of me is gone and I’m hugging a pillow instead. Real smooth. That little rabbit must’ve put the pillow there so I wouldn’t feel the emptiness and wake up right away. But that’s not the emergency here. It’s Gareth groaning while calling Glyndon’s name. I lift my head and I have no fucking clue what to name the fucking feeling when I find them sitting around a table a few seats ahead, playing fucking Uno. But I know it’s too similar to damn relief. This isn’t even funny anymore. I’m constantly on the edge of murder because of this woman, and the worst part is that she’s the one who’s stopping my demons from acting out. The screen over my seat indicates that we have about three more hours to land. “You didn’t tell me about this rule before.” She clutches the cards close to her chest. “Yo