Calix trailed behind me as I rushed through the house, throwing random items into a bag. I didn’t know what Malachi would need while we were gone, but I wasn’t used to having to worry about someone else other than myself.
“I think you’ve packed at least an entire month's worth of diapers and three tubs of baby formula,” Calix softly grabs my arm, “You’re walking, like, a mile away.”
“Right,” I released a heavy breath, trying to center myself. I should have known that. While I should have been preparing, I was instead being forced into sleeping with my mates brother and tortured for the hell of it.
A deep-seeded chill settles in the marrow of my bones, and I feel frozen, lost in the memories of those moments.
“Hey,” Calix spun me around with his free arm, breaking me from that nightm
