87. Kate

I don’t know what to do with the map.

It has been with me for over twenty four hours and the longer I hold onto it the more it feels like the evidence that is going to get me killed. Something as important as that is there for a reason. The closer Dex gets to proposing to Luna Gwyneth the more likely Austin is to want to have his hands on that document.

In the darkness of my room my fingers brush the dry parchment, trying to create a plan. Dex’s praise about my strategy skills rang hollow as my mind felt like fudge. I was frustrated, restless and drowning in these bed covers.

I put the piece of paper to one side, neatly hidden away under my mattress for now. Looking up at the moon from my tiny window my body ached for Dex. Under my flimsy cotton top my nipples brushed against the material as I remembered his hands on my body.

Stood up at the window, with nothing to see but the stars I let my hand travel down into my pajama shorts. Stood up, one hand against the wall I slowly felt