74. (JO POV)

Mag making us have sex to stop him from messing with Dane anymore was the lowest blow he could manage. I wanted him dead even more than I had before. While it was happening, all I could think about was how much I actually seemed to enjoy it, and how much I wanted to kill Mag. The enjoyment was probably due to Mag's blood and his twisted thoughts. Maybe he was using me vicariously because he couldn't use Deirk to imagine that, so he used me instead.

After it was over, we huddled together on the shattered remains of the bed, all lost, all crying, all panicking.

We clung to each other, shaking with sobs and fear. Deirk stood up, grabbing clothes from a random drawer.

I noticed what they were... long sleeves and loose pajama bottoms.

He tried to do Dane first, but Dane waved him off and said, "Take care of them. I'll be okay."

He knelt beside me first, trying to help me into the thick long-sleeved shirt.

His hands trembled as he pulled it over my head, his eyes haunted. He was the onl