Knocked Up by my Best Friend's Brothers (Lucky Lady Reverse Harems #20)

Chapter 1

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Christa

“ H oly hell, Christa, you could start a war or end one with that look!”

I freeze for a moment, caught off guard by my best friend’s enthusiasm. “Me?!? You, my love, are a goddess,” my eyes sweeping over her in stunned admiration.

And it’s true—Teagan isn’t just beautiful. She’s stunning. The kind of breathtaking bride that makes you forget how to breathe.

“Thank you, I clean up nice, don’t I?” She giggles like a little girl, twirling slightly so the skirt of her dress flares out.

I laugh, shaking my head. “You don’t just clean up nice, Tee. You look like you stepped out of a fairy tale.”

She beams, then gestures for me to come closer. “Help me with this eyelash, will you? I think it’s coming loose.”

I step in, carefully fixing the stray lash, and then we stand side by side in front of the floor-length mirror.

I tug subtly at the side of my emerald dress, feeling the fabric strain slightly against my hips. I sent my measurements to the dress shop months ago, but I must have gained a little weight since then. The dress still fits, but it’s snugger than I remember.

Teagan towers over me in her heels, her silhouette long and lean, while I’m all curves and soft edges. I’ve always admired her statuesque beauty, the way she carries herself like she was born to command a room.

Yet, she’s never once made me feel like I was anything less than. If anything, Teagan has always been my fiercest champion, the one who lifts me up when I doubt myself and reminds me to embrace every part of who I am.

“Baby girl, you look stunning in green,” she says, her reflection smiling at me. “Your parents would’ve loved this.”

My throat tightens at the mention of my parents, but I manage a soft, “Thank you.”

Teagan reaches over to gently fluff one of my cascading blonde curls.

“They’d be so proud—not just of how you look today, but of the incredible woman you’ve become.”

Her words hit me like a warm embrace, and for a moment, the ache in my chest softens. I blink back tears, grateful for her unwavering kindness. “I don’t know what I’d do without you,” I whisper, my voice trembling. Anthony is the luckiest man on earth.”

“Anthony agrees,” she replies with a broad smile, then pauses to give me another long look. “I can’t believe you’re back. For good, right?”

I nod slowly. “I think so, yeah.”

“Great! We’ve got oodles of catching up to do, but in the meantime, let me get my bouquet, and I’ll meet you downstairs. The ceremony’s about to begin.”

Teagan doesn’t know much about my life in Los Angeles—only the surface skim, the polished highlights I’ve carefully curated.

I refuse to ruin this time of her life. Not with my truths.

I’ll keep the shadows hidden where they belong.

I plant a kiss on her warm cheek and leave the room.

Voices murmur across the ground floor. Family. Guests. So many guests. Teagan was never a fan of big crowds, and I know this whole thing makes her nervous as hell, but Teagan is a Hawthorne - and that comes with prestige. And expectations.

I catch another glimpse of myself in the mirror at the base of the stairs. The emerald dress flatters my curves, and for a moment, I feel a flicker of pride. I’ve always been curvy, something I used to hate, wishing I could be taller, slimmer. But now? I love my body—strong, soft, and unapologetically mine.

Still, I can’t ignore the way the dress feels tighter than it should, the fabric pulling slightly at the seams. I make a mental note to move carefully—the last thing I need is an expected surprise.

“There she is.” River’s voice startles me, low and smooth, like a secret whispered in the dark.

I whirl around, my heart skipping a beat, and accidentally bump into him. His hands shoot out to steady me, catching me before I can fall backward. But in the process, we both drop our things—my clutch, still open, spills its contents onto the floor.

My room key for the pavilion suite.

River’s phone. His car keys. And, of course, his own pavilion suite key.

For a moment, everything else fades away. He’s standing way too close, his hands still gripping my arms, his body heat searing through the thin fabric of my dress. River Hawthorne—second-born son, former Marine, and the kind of man who makes you forget how to breathe. He’s devastatingly handsome in his best man’s tux, the dark gray fabric hugging his broad shoulders and powerful frame like it was made just for him.

“Sorry about that,” he says, his voice a low rumble that sends a shiver down my spine. He lets me go reluctantly, his hazel eyes lingering on me as he crouches to gather our things.

I kneel down too, my fingers brushing against his as we both reach for my room key at the same time. The contact is electric, and I quickly pull my hand back, shoving the key into my clutch and making sure to close it properly this time.

River stands, slipping his phone and keys into his tux pockets, his gaze never leaving me. “Wow. You look gorgeous,” he says, a devilish smile stretching across his face.

My cheeks flush, and I force myself to meet his eyes. “You’re quite dashing yourself,” I reply, my voice steadier than I feel.

His dark brown hair is slightly longer than Cassius’s, his twin brother, and it falls in soft waves that make him look effortlessly sexy. The faint stubble along his jawline casts a seductive shadow, and the scar above his left eyebrow—a remnant from his time in the Marines—only adds to his rugged charm.

“How long have you been back, Christa?” River asks, his tone casual, but the intensity in his eyes tells a different story.

It’s as if the rest of the world has disappeared, leaving only the two of us. I used to call this the Hawthorne effect—the way they could make you feel like you were the only person in the room. “Just a couple of days,” I answer, my voice softer than I intended.

“How long are you staying?”

I raise an eyebrow, trying to play it cool. “Why? Did you miss me?”

He chuckles, the sound deep and warm. “Miss you? Nah, I never even thought of you once,” he teases, but the smoldering look he gives me says the opposite. It’s a look that speaks of things I used to dream about—forbidden desires and secret crushes that I thought I’d left behind.

Before I can respond, Cassius appears, stepping out of the chapel with a curious frown that quickly turns into a grin when he sees me. “Damn! You look beautiful, Christa.”

“Oh, look at that, the Hawthorne twins are laying on the charm. Surprise, surprise,” I joke, trying to mask the heat rising in my cheeks.

But then a hand settles on the small of my back, and I freeze. Nathan’s voice is low and intimate as he leans in, his breath brushing against my ear. “Don’t forget about me.”

“I could never forget about you,” I mumble, my voice barely above a whisper.

Nathan moves to stand between his older brothers, and the three of them together are a sight to behold. Tall, broad-shouldered, and radiating raw masculinity, they’re the kind of men who command attention without even trying. The Hawthorne genes are unmistakable—dark brown hair, hazel eyes that seem to see straight through you, and bodies that look like they were carved by the gods themselves.

The twins aren’t identical, but the similarities are striking. Cassius’s hair is shorter, his jawline clean-shaven, but the intensity in his gaze matches River’s perfectly. Nathan, the youngest, has a slightly softer edge, but there’s no mistaking the power in his presence.

As they stand there, surrounding me, I can feel the weight of their attention, the unspoken tension crackling in the air. It’s intoxicating and overwhelming, and for a moment, I forget how to breathe.

“So,” Cassius says, his voice breaking the spell, “where’s Teagan?”

“ Upstairs, but she’ll be down in a minute,” I say, clearing my throat.

“Good, ‘cause the groom just pulled up,” Nathan replies, never taking his eyes off me. He’s bigger than his brothers; stockier.

“We should go in then,” Cassius tells his brothers, then gives me a playful wink. “I’ll see you inside. But remember, the first dance is mine. River and Nathan can wait their turn.”

“Had I known you’d all be so excited to see me again, I would’ve jumped on a plane a lot sooner,” I snort.

“Better late than never,” River adds. “We’ve got plenty of time to catch up.”

Once the doors shut behind them, an eerie silence takes over my little corner of the world. For a moment, I wonder if coming back here was the right thing to do. I covered my tracks, though. Nobody knows I’m in Portland. I kept a low profile and deleted all the information I had from the Perry-Sage system. This is the safest place for me.

My phone pings. The vibration startles me.

I take a deep breath and check the incoming message, silence the ringer, then slip the phone back into my bejeweled, shell-shaped clutch, just as Teagan graciously descends.

“Is my groom in there yet?” she asks.

“He just went in through the side door. River texted me, gave us two minutes to get this show on the road,” I say.

Just in time, too, as the rest of Teagan’s bridesmaids come in from the other end of the lobby, where the powder room is.

Teagan’s uncle calls out from the top of the stairs. “I’m coming, honey!”

“Take your time, Uncle Zeddy. We’ve got another minute before the girls go in.”

“Ready?” I ask Teagan.

She tears up but quickly blinks the waterworks away. “As I’ll ever be.”

Once we’re at the reception, I realize I need more alcohol.

But if have a fifth glass of champagne, I will inevitably slip. I’ll do something colossally dumb or reckless. Teagan should know—she knows me better than anyone—yet here she comes, the lovely bride in her sparkling white gown, veil flowing down her bare back and diamonds twinkling at the base of her neck… holding up a fifth glass of champagne for me.

“Tee, you want me to get wrecked, don’t you?” I mutter, but I take the glass anyway.

“My sister from another mister, I haven’t seen you in years, and this is a special occasion, to say the least. We’ve got so much catching up and so much celebrating to do!” Teagan replies.

We clink and wish each other everything that’s good in this world, laughing and reminiscing about our younger days before I left for college and put Portland behind me. The joy on her face, the love in her gaze as she smiles at her new husband fills me with relief. Teagan needed a great man in her life. I hope he treats her the way she deserves to be treated.

“I’m honestly so happy for you,” I tell Teagan. “I pray to all the gods that Tony makes you the happiest you’ve ever been.”

“He rises to the occasion every damn time. And he’s not intimidated by my brothers, either, which was such a green flag.”

I chuckle softly. “I suppose Tony knows those three will string him up by his entrails if he does you wrong.”

“He knows they’ll string him up, but only after I’m done with him, first.”

I give her a sly grin. “That’s my girl”

“Are you enjoying yourself?” she asks.

“I should be asking you that,” I reply. “It’s your wedding.”

“Sure, but I want all of my guests to have a blast tonight. Especially you, my darling Maid of Honor.” She puts an arm around my shoulders and pulls me into a hug. “You were amazing earlier. My rock, my voice of reason!”

“Is that why you’re trying to get me drunk?” I joke.

The wedding photographer wants to take our picture. “Smile!”

“Oh, no,” I whisper, suddenly stiff as hell and stupidly self-conscious.

“Put your boobs out,” Teagan encourages me.

The photographer moves on, snapping candid moments here and there.

Everyone is dressed to impress. Snazzy tuxedos and shimmering wristwatches, diamond-encrusted cuff links and perfectly polished shoes. Gorgeous gowns in layers of satin and tulle, embroidered silks and dainty lace, sleek pumps and opulent jewels adorning the slender necks and delicate ears of the ladies.

“Earth to Christa!” Teagan calls out.

“What?” I innocently smile. “Sorry. I’m just overwhelmed by all this beauty and style.”

“Well, when a Hawthorne gets married, the whole of Portland’s gotta show up and look the part,” she says. “I wanted a small wedding, but my brothers wouldn’t hear of it.”

“You’re their little sister. Of course.”

“Speaking of, where are those three?” she mumbles, her hazel eyes scanning the crowd. “I need to make sure we’ve got enough champagne for the rest of the night. Our uncles drink like Irishmen and I can see the waiters are struggling already.”

I follow her gaze, and I see them. “There they are, by the chocolate fountain.”

“Stay here, I’ll be right back,” Teagan says.

“Not going anywhere,” I mumble into my glass.

I watch Teagan as she glides across the dance floor, smiling and greeting folks along the way. Her brothers are on the other side, and I know they can see her coming, yet all three have their eyes focused on me. Even from afar, there’s a quiet tension growing between us. It makes my skin tingle all over. I’d blame the champagne, but I know that’s not what’s causing this.

The Hawthorne siblings reunite, and for a moment, I can’t help but laugh lightly. Teagan is so small compared to her brothers, yet they seem to be the docile ones whenever she speaks.

Movement somewhere to my right freezes me on the spot. Slowly, I turn my head. It’s just Zeddy Hawthorne, accompanied by several guests.

“And only yesterday, my brother was holding Teagan in his arms for the first time,” he tells them. “Look at her now, on her wedding day. How time flies, huh?”

“Carson would be so proud of her,” one of the guests tells him.

“I just wish their parents were here to see how good they’re doing.”

This conversation snippet saddens me deeply. It’s one of the things Teagan and I had in common, what brought us closer together. I lost my parents when I was ten. Teagan’s mom passed away around the same time, and then Mr. Hawthorne died about a year ago, which is when River, Cassius, and Nathan came back from the Marines.

Teagan hurries back to my side, though I can’t see her brothers anywhere. “Crisis averted,” she says. “Nathan had the sense to double the champagne order before sending it through.”

“Always prepared,” I reply with a smile.

“I’m so happy right now. I just wish my brothers would find their own loves to settle down with. They’re not getting any younger.”

“Tee, honey. Just because you’re married doesn’t mean they need to rush.”

“I know you’re right. I just want them to be happy.”

“Trust me, I’m sure they’ll have zero difficulties finding partners once they’re ready.”

“Yeah, I hope so. Hey, what about you? Weren’t you dating someone in LA?”

“Brett. Yeah.” My stomach churns, and it’s not from the alcohol.

“I thought you said he was a good guy. What happened?” Teagan asks.

“It just didn’t work out,” I reply with a weak smile. She doesn’t need to know how it ended. She doesn’t need to know what I witnessed.

“I’m sorry to hear that, Christa. You deserve a good man, too,” she says.

“I’ll find him. There’s time.”

I can’t let myself get too close to anybody right now. There are ghosts from California who are eager to find me, to haunt me, to tear me to pieces. I just need a little bit of peace and quiet.

“Hey, hold still,” Teagan says, her voice suddenly serious as she leans closer to me. “I think your dress is—oh no.”

I freeze, feeling a sudden tug at my side. My hand instinctively goes to the seam, and my stomach drops when I feel the fabric give way. “Oh, crap. Is it bad?”

Teagan grimaces, her eyes darting around as if searching for a solution. “It’s starting to rip. The seam’s coming undone. Did you send your measurements to the shop recently?”

I wince. “I sent them months ago. I guess I’ve… filled out a bit since then.”

She gives me a sympathetic look. “Don’t worry, we’ll fix it. Do you have your room key?”

I dig through my clutch, surprised by how much I can fit into such a small thing, and fish out the key. “I’ve got it.”

“Head to your room and see if you can fix it,” she says, her tone urgent but reassuring. “There’s a sewing kit in the bathroom drawer. I’ll stall the main course if I have to. Just hurry, okay?”

I nod, my cheeks burning with embarrassment. “Thanks, Tee. I’ll be quick.”

“And don’t stress,” she adds with a wink. “You’ve got this.”

Like a shadow, I move through the crowd, then along the wall and past the cocktail bar until I reach one of the pavilion exits. Once I’m out, and the music dims somewhere behind me, I make my way upstairs. I clutch the side of my dress, trying to hold the fabric together as I walk, but I can feel it slipping further with every step.

By the time I reach the door of the suite, I’m breathless and flustered. I fumble with the key card, my hands shaking as I push the door open and stumble inside. The moment I step in, I hear a loud rip. The seam gives way completely, and the dress splits down the side, leaving me half-exposed.

“No, no, no!” I mutter, panic rising as I try to hold the fabric together. But it’s no use—the damage is done. I’m standing there, clutching the torn dress to my chest, when I hear the door open behind me.

I whirl around, and there’s River. This time, a scream escapes my throat. “Holy shit!”

“What the…” River is just as shocked.

We both jump back as if we touched an electric fence.

My heart is thudding, my breathing ragged. The torn dress slips from my fingers, pooling at my feet. Oh, shit, I’m almost fully naked with just panties on.

“I am so sorry,” he says, his voice low.

The air thickens between us. I can’t move.

“What are you doing in here?!” I blurt out.

He gives me a curious, slightly confused look. “This is my room.”

“No, it’s not. This is my room. My key card is right there, by the door!”

He takes out an identical key card and smiles. “I specifically asked Teagan to put me in room 13. I had a key card for room 13 until I lost it earlier and realized I got yours instead.”

“Wait, what?”

“You had room 16. A couple of doors down from here. When we bumped into each other before the ceremony. Remember?”

I remember stuff on the floor. His key. My key. I gasp and cover my mouth with both hands. “Oh, hell no…”

“Oh, hell yes, you took my key.”

“And you couldn’t just tell me that?”

“Couldn’t find you anywhere. Teagan’s off dancing with her groom, and I wanted to come to my room for a bit.”

“You should’ve called!”

“I don’t have your number.”

“You don’t have my—ah, dammit…”

He’s right. I’ve been so aloof. I changed my number, my email, and every single social media profile I had after the disaster with Perry-Sage happened. In a moment of clarity, I manage to grab the towel off the floor and cover myself, my face burning with shame.

I avert my eyes, but I’m tempted to look at him. I can feel him staring at me.

“I stopped by the reception desk and requested another key,” he says.

“Give me a minute, and I’ll be right out.” I move toward the bed to grab my dress and my shoes and my lingerie. “Ah, there’s your luggage,” I mutter, finally noticing a bag that’s not mine next to the dresser.

“Where are you going?” River asks.

His breath tickles my nape. I suck in a breath, realizing he’s way closer than he should be.

“I’m going to my room. Obviously,” I manage.

“Turn around,” he commands me, and his voice sends the sweetest shiver down my spine. I want to pull away, but I can’t. I can only do as I’m told.

I turn around and look up.

For a moment, I drown in his shadow. River is the tallest of the Hawthorne brothers, though Cassius is right behind him, missing maybe a tenth of an inch. His broad shoulders and the darkness of his gaze overwhelm me. His slightly parted lips make me want to lick mine.

“What are you doing?” I whisper as his hand slowly comes up.

“Do you want me to stop?”

“No.”

His knuckles subtly brush the side of my breast.

I exhale sharply, our gazes locked.

Heat rises between us.

“What are you doing, River?” I ask him again with a trembling voice.

“What I should’ve done before you left, but you were too young and wide-eyed to see,” he replies, then pulls me into a hungry, all-consuming kiss.

I whimper against his lips, but I welcome him.

He tastes of champagne and cherries. Of forbidden dreams and lost innocence. I melt into him as his arms come around and hug me. Tighter and tighter he holds me, my naked breasts pressed against his massive chest.

The kiss deepens.

My core catches fire.

“I missed you,” River says, his lips tickling mine.

“I don’t know what to say…”

“Do you remember prom night?” River asks, running his fingers through my hair, while I try to find the strength to pull away. “You and Teagan were coming back from the prom. You were all cried out in your pink sequin dress, raccoon eyes from running mascara.”

“Good grief. Yeah,” I chuckle softly.

His hand leaves my flowing hair and quietly wanders down my spine, his fingertips quietly touching my skin. I can only stand here, melting into him as he tells me about a moment I had almost forgotten.

“Some kids teased you at the prom. Pulled a prank on you. Teagan gave one of the girls a black eye, then Cassius had to drive over and bring the both of you home.”

“I couldn’t let Aunt Mary see me like that.”

“Do you remember what I told you?” he asks as his hand settles on my bare ass, squeezing without a shred of mercy.

“Yes,” I hiss as liquid heat trickles down my inner thighs.

“I told you that someday, a man’s going to come along and spoil the woman you were destined to become. I told you I hoped I’d be that man.”

“I didn’t think you were serious,” I whisper. “Oh, fuck!”

His hand has slipped between us, his fingers sliding between my wet folds. “Christa, baby… You’re so fucking ready for me, aren’t you?”

“River…”

He applies pressure to my clit and kisses me again. He’s got me wrapped around his fingers, literally and metaphorically, shattering my already weakened defenses. I kiss him back, succumbing to the sizzling pressure between us.

“No, this is wrong.” I somehow manage to pull away.

“What’s wrong?” River asks, his lips glistening. His eyes are dark.

“You’re a Hawthorne,” I say, though it doesn’t sound as logical to him as it does to me.

He narrows his eyes in confusion. “And?”

“You and your brothers, you’re like… brothers to me.”

“But we’re not your brothers.”

There he goes again with his sound reasoning while I’m grasping at straws here. In the meantime, the hungry looks he’s giving me turn me on and on and on to the point where I can barely fucking breathe unless I feel him buried deep inside me.

“Teagan is my best friend,” I weakly protest.

River’s smile deepens as he looks into my eyes. “So, what? Teagan’s brothers are off limits?”

“Yeah. I promised a long time ago.”

“Okay.” He pauses and takes his jacket off. Then his vest. His bowtie. His belt.

All I can do is stare and practically drool as he unbuttons his shirt, revealing the ropes of sculpted muscles hiding underneath.

“What are you doing?” I ask, my voice barely a whisper.

He licks his fingers—the very fingers he used to touch me down there, and it blows my mind to pieces. “I was going to take a shower. You were going to leave.”

“Right, right…”

But I don’t want to leave. My body won’t let me. My heart’s twisted, too. Only my conscience hangs on by a thread, an annoying resilient thread.

“Unless you changed your mind?” River asks.

His shirt reaches the floor. His pants. Boxers.

He’s naked, hung and hard as a rock, waiting for my surrender.

“I… Dammit, River, I’m between a rock and a hard place here,” I manage, then immediately want to slap myself for the analogy.

“It can be our secret,” he says.

“Teagan can never know,” I reply, surrendering to the incoming deluge.

“Understood,” he says. “Come here.”

I walk toward him, and once I’m in his reach, he pulls me into a kiss—a merciless conquest, our tongues clashing, our lips crushed as we finally give in.

“I’ve wanted to do this for so long,” he whispers as he trails kisses down the side of my neck. I’m drunk with champagne and desire, burning up on the inside as his hands go to town.

He shoves a hand in my hair and yanks my head back.

“Oh, River,” I gasp as he fondles my breast with his other hand, then closes his lips around the nipple. Every nerve ending in my body comes alight, sparks flying everywhere.

I let my hands wander, fingertips following the sinuous lines of his muscles, from his shoulders and down his strong arms, then back over his chest. My fingers comb through the short curls covering his chiseled pecks as he devours my breasts, suckling each nipple until the sweetest sting sends a shockwave straight into my core.

“No one can ever know,” I moan as he pushes me onto the bed.

“Christa, look at me,” he says, and I meet his gaze as he settles on his knees between my parted legs. “Let go of whatever’s haunting you. Tonight, you’re mine. We’ll handle tomorrow when it comes.”

“River, I—oh, fuck, fuck, fuuuuuck,” I cry out as he dives head first into my wet pussy.

His tongue is playful and merciless as he licks and nibbles on my tender flesh, as he sucks my clit harder and harder until the pressure is too much to bear. This has been a long time coming, and I don’t know how to stop this runaway train from heading off the tracks.

He penetrates me with two fingers, curling them with every retreat, as he teases my clit into a gushing, soul-shattering orgasm.

“That’s it, Christa, come for me. Good girl,” he groans as he buries his face between my legs and finger-fucks me into the next life.

“Yes… oh, God, River… Yes… Don’t… Don’t stop…”

“Tell me what you want,” he says.

I’m holding my breasts, squeezing and fondling them, fingers pinching the nipples as I look down at him. I’ve been reduced to a mindless creature, a desperate animal who needs the ultimate release. One orgasm isn’t enough.

“I want you inside me,” I reply, without hesitation.

“Ask, and you shall receive, my darling,” River replies and moves on top of me.

A split second later, he plunges himself deep inside, and I lose my breath. I wrap my legs around him, stunned by his sheer size. “You’re so fucking big,” I whisper against his lips.

“And you’re so fucking perfect. You have no idea, do you?”

“No idea of what?”

He kisses me, thrusting deeper, harder, faster. The sound of a slick rhythm emerges, of skin slapping skin, as he spreads me and fills me to the brim.

“I feel you, Christa. All of you,” he says. “Do you feel me?”

“Yes.”

“All of me?”

“Oh, yes.”

“How does it feel?” he asks, pounding into me. Harder. Faster. Deeper.

I shudder and scream in sheer ecstasy as I explode all over him. I’m gushing like a fountain, my juices glazing his cock as he, too, lets go. I feel it. The hot seed spurting and jetting through me. I feel his release, the veins along his shaft throbbing. We’re both locked and drenched in sweat, moving and merging as the orgasm envelops us.

“It’s heaven,” I mumble, nibbling on his earlobe as I squeeze every drop out of him.

I’m clenched tightly, still pulsating, still rippling like a newborn star.

Our lips meet.

“And you’re my fucking angel,” River replies, collapsing on top of me.

It’s so wrong, but it feels so right. I don’t want this to ever end. But it must. Yet the way we are, right here, right now… it’s perfection. Nothing else exists except the two of us. His brothers come to mind, like wandering thoughts. Ideas, dreams… all of them swirling in the silence of this delicious afterglow.

Soon, we’ll have to get up.

Soon, we’ll have to go downstairs and rejoin Teagan’s reception.

Soon, we’ll have to pretend like this never happened.

River lifts his head and kisses me. I feel him getting hard again. He’s still inside me, and my pussy is so slick and tender, still so hungry.

“I’m not done with you, yet,” he says.

Soon, we’ll go.

Soon.

But not now.