CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE
Hannah
Hannah snapped awake when Dicko said, ‘So why’d you nick the scrag?’
She guessed he meant her.
Deep Voice didn’t answer.
She wondered for the fifty-millionth time why High Voice—Dicko—was sneaking her water and sometimes a little food. And why he never said anything horrible to her when it was just him, but when he was with the other man he was really disgusting.
‘C’mon, Ealdy.’ Dicko kept pushing.
Hannah memorised the extra name.
Ealdy said, ‘All right. Okay, so we were only gonna meet. I’d have my fun, take my pics, you know, the usual. But she f****d me ’round and got me to come back the next day.’
Hannah went dizzy. He was Haydn, only he wasn’t the Haydn she knew…or thought she knew.
My Haydn is Haydn Wylder. He’s young like me and totes cute and sa
