Something from the WIP (Desiree is NOT the heroine and this is not edited ):
Nico sank down on the side of the bed, the soft give of the mattress tempting him to stretch out beside Desiree, but he was determined to wait until the others returned.
She shook her head and turned away. â€œNo more, please. It tastes like Satan’s shit.â€
â€œYou have to.â€
With a little help from Nico and every one of his bed pillows, she managed to sit up. â€œHowâ€™d it go out there?â€
â€œThat little son of a whore is dead.â€ While he spoon fed her more medicine, he filled her in on everything sheâ€™d missed. â€œDo you remember seeing him talking to anyone?â€
â€œDo you remember anything else, Desiree. Anything at all?â€
She closed her eyes and wet her lips with the tip of her tongue. Nico waited so long for a response, he thought sheâ€™d fallen asleep again.
â€œGet me a mirror.â€
He’d killed a man for her tonight and she was worried about how she looked.Â If he hadnâ€™t been so tired, Nico would have laughed at her vanity. â€œNot until you answer the question.â€
â€œHe was standing at the bar all by himself.Â He played me.â€ She rolled her eyes. â€œHe played meâ€¦and I fell for it.Â Sweet Hell.Â If I hadnâ€™t been so greedy.Â Maybe you should have let me die.â€