The Luna and her Quadruplet Pups by Jane Above Story

Jane

The last few days have passed in a dizzying haze. I’ve slept through much of our journey, and though Ethan has remained by my side in my waking hours, I do have to wonder what he, Eric and Linda have been planning while I- rest. Today we’ve finally reached a midway port to resupply for the rest of the trip, and when Ethan wakes me with the news that I can finally get off this boat, I can’t move fast enough.

When I emerge from his luxury cabin and feel the blaze of the unforgiving tropical sun for the first time, I can only think of my babies. Would the traffickers give them sunscreen? Would they have enough water? The worry consumes me so quickly and powerfully my knees go weak.

It’s almost too tempting to return to the drug induced haze I’ve floated in the past few days, but I know that isn’t right.

It’s a selfish inclination, to save myself having to feel these things, when my pups don’t have any such luxury.

I tell Ethan as much as he helps me off the boat. I don’t want any more medications when we board again.

Ethan.”

His strong arms are around me, guiding me forward down the gangway. “Sweetheart you’ll be sick as a dog without them.”

Then let me be sick” I state simply, “I shouldn’t get to avoid suffering when everyone else around me is stuck with their pain… when the pups didn’t have that privilege.”

“Jane” Ethan sighs, dragging his hand through his hair.

You dying of dehydration isn’t going to save anyone any suffering- especially not the pups.”

“It doesn’t feel right.” l insist. “I want…”

“You want what? To hurt?” Ethan guesses, hitting the nail square on the head.

“Yes,” I confess, my throat thick with emotion. “I want to hurt, because I know they’re hurting too. I want to hurt… because l deserve it.”

is I can’t even come to terms with the abrupt shifts myself. One moment l’m begging him to take away my pain by making love to me, and the next l’m wishing for nothing more than the freedom to wallow in my misery – and each end of the spectrum feels so

gathering me to his chest. It’s much too hot for our

“You don’t deserve any

“You’ve trusted me this far, Jane. So please trust me now. I wouldn’t lie to

hasn’t givén me any reasons to doubt him. Though I was incredibly disgruntled at the time, l’m grateful that Ethan didn’t give into me the other night. The memories are still fuzzy, but I know l admitted more than l’m comfortable with, and I hate to think what else

and it makes it easier to believe him now. The more time that passes, the more I see how badly I misjudged Ethan. Still, I have a hard time accepting that he’s telling me these things because they’re true, rather than because

leaning into him as we continue off the ship. “So

explains. This island is governed by NightFang allies, but Aimon is bound to have a few spies running around. So you,

I recall that it can take some time to regain one’s land legs”. “How long will we stop?” l inquire, wondering whether it’s better to give myself time to recover, when I have to get back on a damned ship and start the wretched illness over again, or if I should try to get the entire journey out

seeming to read

his refusal if he hadn’t claimed her during their long lovemaking sessions on the ship, but it seems that once he opened his blind eyes and finally saw the woman who’d been standing in

left. As if they’d been reading my mind, Eric and Linda are standing there nose to nose, arguing

the truth!” Linda demands loudly, “Did you claim me just so you could

Eric insisted. “I claimed you because I

introduce me to

are lunatics!” Eric shouts, I’m not introducing you, because I don’t want them to kill

just going to leave me behind so someone else

is going to murder you, as long as you stay with Ethan.” Eric

your family wants dead more than anyone – he’s the reason this is all happening, how am I safer

impact my friend’s words might have on Ethan. Looking up at him, I can see the

right, you know. He grumbles. “That’s why I wanted you

my stomach rise

me?” Ethan arches a brow, petting my sides when he sees

noncommittally, for once grateful that my traitorous stomach is giving me an excuse to change the subject. “Goddess, I think l’m going to be sick again.”I lunge for the nearest trash