HOLD YOUR BREATH |
❛ you know, sweetheart, by the time this is all over, you're going to fall in love with me. ❜
❛ I wouldn't hold your breath,
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ACT iii. day of the dead. haha, get it ? CHAPTER xxii. ❛ IDENTITY THEFT IS NOT A JOKE, JIM. ❜
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tyrus, turgistan. 2 days until the day of the dead.
"FUNNY GUY," MURAT CALLED FROM THE DEPTHS of the backseat, sweating profusely. Zero couldn't blame him. Being abducted was shitty enough ━━━ and she spoke from experience. But being abducted, driven to his most humid home-country and forced into the back of their metallic oven...well, he wasn't sure he could stand it much more. And with a broken AC, neither could Zero. She had actually come to discover that their rusty automobile, something One liked to refer to as a 'poor person car', again, another means of disguise, was actually hotter than the scorching atmosphere outside. In fact, the only sort of comfort it provided at all was stopping the sand from blowing into their eyes. One, hot and bored out of his mind, turned to Murat after being called upon. "What is your number?"
Zero turned too; the girl being slouched across the middle row of seats. After an entire day of doing nothing, she was surrounded by take-out and technology, only recently changing in order to do everything.
