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The boys finally get back into the Drew’s bodies. Steve, Kevin, and Russel enjoy some sibling bonding, while John and James take the parent’s bodies out for a spin.
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The air left my lungs in a rush as consciousness slammed back into me—but something was wrong. The bedroom was gone. The sweat-slick sheets, the phone recording our depravity, Kevin panting beneath me in Sophie’s ruined body—gone.
Instead, I blinked around the Drews' living room, disoriented.
And then I saw them.
The real Drews.
Abby—actual Abby, not Russel—was curled against Henry's side, shaking violently under a hastily thrown blanket. Her tear-streaked face snapped up when my arm instinctively tightened around her, her brown eyes wide with raw terror. "D-Dad?" she whispered, voice cracking.
A thrill shot through me. Holy shit. They remembered.
A choked sob tore my attention to the couch. Sophie was hunched over, clutching her ripped panties in white-knuckled fists, her entire body shuddering. Her yoga pants were around her ankles, her thighs glistening with—fuck.
"I don’t remember," she gasped, nails digging into her scalp. "I don’t remember, Lance, I just—I opened my eyes and Dad was inside me—!" She gagged, dry heaving as Lance—real Lance—rubbed her back, his own face pale.
"Soph, breathe, just breathe," Lance muttered, his voice uncharacteristically soft as his hands trembled against her back. His usual swagger was gone—replaced by something raw and terrified. When his gaze flicked to me, the cocky college senior who'd once smugly walked around our building's gym in just a towel now looked at Henry Drew like he was seeing a monster for the first time.
The realization hit me like a shot of adrenaline. These weren't just hot neighbors anymore—they were marked, broken in the best possible way. And Lance wasn't seeing his father when he looked at me.
He was seeing the man who'd fucked his sister raw.
Across the room, Samantha clutched the phone with trembling fingers, the plastic slick beneath her sweat-damp palms. "Please, I need help," she gasped into the receiver, her voice cracking under the weight of hysteria. Her free hand tugged at her ruined blouse—buttons torn away, silk clinging to her sticky skin. The metallic tang of sex clung to the air, mingling with something sharper, fouler beneath.
Her stomach lurched as fractured images surfaced—Lance's weight pinning her to the couch, his thick cock stretching her obscenely wide, her own moans ringing in her ears. The way her nails had scraped down his back, …
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“Eleven copper,” she said.
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“He says it gave her a stomachache.”
The farmer told us she was a very special goat. He made us walk ten steps behind her the whole way so she wouldn't get nervous. She was not nervous. She ate my hat, and then, apparently, she charged me for it.
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They come out with more gold than any of them have ever seen. Agnes comes out a little different.
She cooks better now. She's friendlier, too. Much friendlier. And there's something purple living in her that's been sealed in a box for a thousand years and is very, very bored.
Aldous was an alchemist once. And after relentless experiments he's now a colony of slugs who can wear anyone he likes, and he's decided Colm is the closest thing he has to a friend. He's promised to let his hosts keep control most of the time.
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The clerk counted my pay out one coin at a time, slowly, like each one hurt her personally.
“Eleven copper,” she said.
“The posting said fifteen.”
“The farmer docked you four. For the hat.”
“The goat ate my hat.”
“He says it gave her a stomachache.”
The farmer told us she was a very special goat. He made us walk ten steps behind her the whole way so she wouldn't get nervous. She was not nervous. She ate my hat, and then, apparently, she charged me for it.
I scooped the coin…