Lark woke with her head feeling full of cotton, her mouth tasting as if she’d licked a carpet and her body weighed down into her mattress. Snippets of the evening before began to filter into her memory as she emerged from the darkness of an alcohol induced deep sleep. She made a whimpering noise and then gave a surprised grunt as the heaviness of her body was squeezed and a hissed “shh” came from behind her.
The twins stayed the night and just as they did thousands of times in their lives as kids, teens, and young adults, they’d drunkenly crawled into Lark’s bed, snuggled up, told stories, and giggled until they all passed out.
She reached a tentative toe behind her and sure enough she connected with the hairy shin of the man whose arm was holding her captive. Keeping her eyes closed she
